La Poetera, cosiendo sueños...
Saturday, May 4, 2013
The house is silent
The young voices are asleep.
My thoughts are gathered on top of the table
I know how I got here but somehow the road disappeared
Uncertainty makes knives of my fingers as I touch my face
Not a single sound
The dog sleeps
The sun is rising
May 04, 2013
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