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.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Invernal
Éste ha sido uno de los más largos inviernos Que puedo recordar
Pero éste será el más largo verano En muchos siglos
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