
January 22, 2025





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...
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