I see shadows in the dark, from a young age I see them, like everyone else; non-existent faces making their way between the clothes lying in a corner, I used to be afraid of them, but later I understood that nothing was real and I just started ignoring them. Until now. The faces sometimes are there and sometimes they are not, the shadows sometimes move out of place, so now I ask to myself if it's the dark, my mind playing badly or maybe something else that I can't recognize.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Líricas Bonhomías
PuisiPoemario o quizá algo más, como muestra de un insulso lamento más de otra alma desdichada, que busca un pequeño escape gritando lo que siente al solitario y vasto mar. . . . . . . . . . . . Cómo ya he mencionado, cada parte recopilada en esta obra e...
