Around four

The balcony window invites the air

The sun has one foot in, one foot out

It’s the middle of the afternoon

I can’t hear the golondrinas for the traffic

A pile of books tells of some once great plan

The guitar lies, strings uppermost, neck on the sofa’s arm

Peace is hidden somewhere in this scene

But war is never far away

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golondrina = swallow (bird)

golondrino = boil under the armpit