Monday, July 31, 2017

Elia Casillas

A violin, two crickets, I'm without you. Loneliness accepted custom friendly, rarity. Your voice is empty like as metal in the brain: beautiful companion, we have gone of the verse, the sweetness and poetry does not respond and hoards us, among their lost objects.

Navojoa, Sonora. Nov./22/2016

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