Sunday, September 17, 2017

Elia Casillas

My fingers empty the word and in it I apologize for the convulsed cold of this path. So that the worries do not fall, I encourage the trains that agonize in my eyes. The candle consumes its destiny, I will forgive myself with the days of the calendar, I will kill the leaves that remain with your name.

Navojoa / Sonora. February / 19/2013

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