Sheet living born of silence. Pearl
your oyster. I
learning to love their solitude.
For Lucila
On board is the same de
wants to be with that bud spring
dreamed that life will
today seed
tomorrow love
To Lucila
On board itself wanted to be spring
With the outbreak dreamed
That is life.
Today is the seed.
Tomorrow will love.
Patricia Gordillo
Tristan
Magister Heraclio of people lost in the square while drinking a cup of coffee short cloudy playing with and for him to hear the song of birds, was a language that resembled a quallcosa delighted.
most solemn moment in the middle of a hurricane coming, brought the coffee table that was so long.
It flew in the clouds and the birds escaped Heraclio wants to imprison all but had his hands in a pair of gloves infederati thought Puss gloves rats and it was all a laugh.
was something so humorous in Melzo from time inacanto Heraclio was helpless with laughter erupted, something so ironic label for a coffee and a dyed-paced a mise en scene that ends in a chaos