stone fruit trees of stone. Yerma
the land of the disenchanted
I do not like catching
time amid the flat, dry plain
not brought anything to horizon.
Suddenly a drop of rain You make me
to red ...
words escape me and not know what to say.
A much I like my words ...
turns out that you are better to you.
In your mythology of elves and forests.
corner of civility and
of rain and wet earth aromas
I find in the dark for the first time. Diana
hunting at night, Eros
longs in the leafy corner of the road and brings you,
naked light, cosmic.
The blaze could not cope with your absence.
Thousands and thousands of holes through which light enters.
telling us what they see as the very truth. Roar
life
not yet know and which is now be time to discover.
not even see you were leaving all the lights lit.
And from behind a mosaic refracted
sun came out one day, who knows one for that matter.
And I saw crossing the sidewalk, smiling
and I knew it would not be alone anymore.
Photo: Alejandro Campos
Model: Celeste Fauberg for "Friday's Girls"
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