Petals and wings on the skin | Poetry [EN/ES]
Your scent, the paper boat for your child, sunflowers in the cemetery where the final step of the journey transformed into wheels, petals…
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…
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