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Sunday, April 02, 2017

Tomorrow, it will be the crystal: Elia Casillas


Tomorrow, it will be the crystal that shattered the cold hand, wide, fantastic and absurd lament, under the wing where the soul that brought and forget to give her a ship with moon, an island where refuge elves and a spring, that received her from his absences with Nardos and the singing of other marshes. A heart has its self, not the one that shows mirrors and distorts the dawn. Today is morning or any time entangled in darkness. Every night she knows that a dark-eyed sky does not descend and sings in her black dress, where loneliness extends her voice of a beacon.



Navojoa, Son.







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