This is writing that doesn't fit into any particular category. It's not prose and it's not quite poetry. It's not quite sane but it's something healthy. Not all of us have it figured out. I sure as hell don't. It's a series of locutions on madness and locura.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Al volar
Todos somos capaces de belleza Eso te juro Y de esto estoy seguro Lo que ya tienes Es todo lo que necesitas
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