Homero Aridjis
Elle this month to form the mains
elle yeux couleur month ... " Paul Eluard
has far
my dream of my childhood eyes
loves what I love which does not return
which has yet to arrive
rises in my eyes
and then blows his dreams
Moves and always remains the same in all parts of the universe
greeting Fill all
days of the world and not yet born because there is no end
I find the silence in the acquittal
but she is breathing scattered throughout
If someday I get to penetrate his soul
vintages will give your body
grass man fog.
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