Saturday, April 22, 2017

Elia Casillas: and we are all innocent

I gave you on matte paper the spirit of this race without seeing, although the evidence covers the eyes walking on the seas and without dramamine vomiting the dress of the aurora. To be dreary, to be mine, to be: where the verbs burn and we are all innocent.

Navojoa, Sonora. Nov./16/2016

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