for the stay of used cars in the yard left with only one guard watching 24 hours , where you only see your steaming cup of coffee to reach the sky like a broken kite ...
or sniffing dog in the garbage but the remains are scattered as he continues to his nose buried by extra paths. Forgetting what you will move your nose tracking what, fog, howling ancestral what a lover of a thousand ...
twelve o'clock at night. Back in the yard shadows and moves something in the washing. Falling on the windowpane tiny stones, starts to sparkle when it all goes wet. A fat lady in a robe and picks out the two pairs of trousers, smell the cement wall in the other window ... someone looks, looks good to him, establishing a relationship between the wet, coat, glass, and rope to build remains in his neck way tie, with flowers surrounding it
A. Morales Cruz
Image: Chema Madoz
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