Florecer contra todo pronóstico y morir.
Relámpagos de una masa grisácea, tormento de una mente catastrófica.
Rayos de sol y suspiros.
poems or close to that.
Poemario sin agenda. Fin.
aroma embriagante, prado brillante.
i slept while i was awake i died while i was alive. october 2020
