To Tristan
Magister HERACLIO the Lost Village plaza sipping an espresso, playing with the clouds and listening to the songs of birds, was a language, like something that delighted him.
Amid solemn moment came a tornado took the coffee table, which was so long.
were flown fled the clouds and birds. Heraclius wanted
imprison all but his hands were encased in a pair of gloves, he thought, gloves cat does not hunt mice and it was all a laugh.
it was something humorous in the midst of so much charm, Heraclius felt helpless and cracked a laugh, somewhat ironically, so label for a coffee and a dye dramatic mise en scene that ended in chaos.
Amid solemn moment came a tornado took the coffee table, which was so long.
were flown fled the clouds and birds. Heraclius wanted
imprison all but his hands were encased in a pair of gloves, he thought, gloves cat does not hunt mice and it was all a laugh.
it was something humorous in the midst of so much charm, Heraclius felt helpless and cracked a laugh, somewhat ironically, so label for a coffee and a dye dramatic mise en scene that ended in chaos.
Patricia Gordillo
