This is my home

No doubt. This is my home

here it happens, here

i am immensely deceived.

This is my home stopped in time.

Autumn arrives and defends me,

spring and condemns me.

i have millions of guests

who laugh and eat,

they copulate and sleep,

play and think

millions of bored guests

and they have nightmares and nervous breakdowns.

No doubt. This is my home.

All the dogs and steeples

they pass in front of her.

But my house is struck by lightning

and one day it will split in two.

And I won't know where to take refuge

because all doors lead out of the world.

 

by Mario Benedetti

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