Thursday, July 20, 2017

Elia Casillas

I do not go to the plain, I need to name you, complete the exodus, walk of this confusion, it was not: it is. It exists, it is, it is, it flowers, it lives. Enough: wake up in blue waters. Without you it is not tomorrow that I love: and, these feet music; Denied at dawn, speak clear with the wind: urban voice, serene, calm, evident and in us, the eyes of the cats shocked, with the tango of the night.

Navojoa, Sonora. Nov./15/2016

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