Sunflowers on the road | Poetry [EN/ES]
I One migrates like the bison, freedom, illusion. Calm life, crisis, resistance. Sunflowers, bursts along the way.…
I One migrates like the bison, freedom, illusion. Calm life, crisis, resistance. Sunflowers, bursts along the way.…
Your scent, the paper boat for your child, sunflowers in the cemetery where the final step of the journey transformed into wheels, petals…
I A blow to the face, dragonflies on the precipice, swallows, reefs and a woman dressed as a butterfly. Blank canvas. II I kissed reefs…
I built a whale with my ribs. It was the first bone I offered when I kissed you in the dark and we didn't know how to…
it all started as a quiet nudge in my head and the prompt to pen it down, gradually I started nurturing what will now become my gateway gift to the world, I've heard of…
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