Saturday, October 05, 2013
todo lo que está a mi lado
the sky is liquid, gray. close. tree branches move imperceptibly as we lie there, looking up. her eyes are liquid, green. she tells me things she knows, about me, that she doesn't know she knows. we share a bed, a complete universe of intimacy. sprinkled by the fountain, baptised.
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