Humberto Gómez Sequeira-HuGóS

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If I could transform
my nebulous dreams
into ships with sails,
my lungs would fly
like paper airplanes
over the mind fields
of innocence and curiosity
where a little boy plays
with his imaginary train.

"It Hurts to Feel" by HuGóS | June of 1992
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