Saturday, March 10, 2018

There are bluebirds: Elia Casillas

There bluebirds, the song of flowers dawned in my eyes, luck is in my heart, I repeat, not with the merchant on the corner, I have a star, but I imprisoned his destiny on paper, I put value on the ministry. I'm going to buy eternity at the market, I paint guts on the front of the house, it's time to steal a moment, it's snowy weather, the minute of the dress warns that: I must renew with the fragrance of the sea.

Navojoa, Son. Mar. / 10/2018

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