I steal paintings from passers-by eyes
Empty canvasses or started sketches
I sew sail from canvasses
I make wind from sketches
And I keep going
My sources are plentiful
My decisions are effortless
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Randomised
PoesíaA collection of random pieces of myself. Some previously tweeted. Some just born. Some already out there, some even in paper form. Shamelessly shared... All right reserved.
