SUSANA RIQUELME DE BISSO
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ROUTINE

My heart aches from so much absence,
of so much accumulated solitude,
of so much waking up each morning
with that repeated certainty
of not having a new gesture,
to debut with unrestricted hopes
and have the unequivocal certainty

of finding everything just as it was.
My heart aches to be in so much calmness
and in so many forgotten feelings