Memories, words. The afternoon bleeds out, your steps are amber-colored, brown in the silhouette of your body. I resist the…
I Saxophone, blues, bite, deluge, eyes the color of night. Jazz, pretexts. II Drinking lemonade in the…
Your scent, the paper boat for your child, sunflowers in the cemetery where the final step of the journey transformed into wheels, petals…
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