Saturday, 12 October 2013

Sen

Anque nos escoitedes
o rumor do sangue
sen lugar.

                       Eu. SI

Afundindome somnámbulo
 no pouso Azul


¿ Quén me sobrevive ?



Culleredo. Outono. 2013

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