lunes, 14 de octubre de 2019
This place of unlimited possibilities
of which I relinquish its grip.
Loosening her grasp of boundless joy,
holding no grudges.
I travel alone the road to nostalgia,
bound to taste its obsessive thoughts,
it´s silent reverie.
The wreckage of my thoughts and soul.
The brightness in my eyes dulled.
My final complexity of stillness.
I looked around me, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, dry and swollen. I sat alone, the diner in front of me closed, the sign ...
Must I ask permission for wandering afar? Away in to the mountains where there is only green. To lie upon a small blanket, like th...
Cementerio de Alcoy, 2018, un sitio fascinante. Estimado lector, no...