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LITTLE SONG (VM SAN JOSÉ) When you start digging in your memory you choose from the past those things that prop you up, that affirm you, that castle you, that protect you from certain shadows. I am as enslaved as the lip of the mouth, I am as tied as a child to his ball, as helpless as a king without his crown, like a boat on the waves. Without you I would lack the alphabet, without you I manage to make myself so small that if someone does that I disappear, like a gas balloon that goes to heaven. I don’t know very well if I am the string or the kite, I don’t know if I am the heart or the head, I will never know if I am the soul or the matter, if I am the mast, if I am the sail. Between the two of us we invent the imperfect with the appearance of always doing the right thing that nobody knows what is going on inside us who cares if I love you.