December 8, 2024

Time deals differently now. I ask to the invisible ¿have I been dislodged, dug out of somewhere, a matured stone...

I guess you were meant to iron me out, after times of intense ambition, climbing cliffs, goat’s hoofs embedded in...

¿Did I just realize truth while caught in the motion, amid the rat race, the traffic jam? Did he just...

A bit empty, Vacant, Unreachable as clouds. Detached, At the edge of boredom, Unimaginative, Disengaged, The blurred background, A minimalist...
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