My oblivion
This is how my oblivion arrives,
like a late spring…
like the satiety of a cold winter… Continue reading “My oblivion”
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You did not change
The breeze direction changed,
as the way of the wind…
The Earth turned its station,
as the birds reconstructed its nest… Continue reading “You did not change”
Hostages of oblivion
Accomplices of memories, that were erased from our history … Kidnapped from the front row. Minions of absurd allusions, suppressed from our crazy wheel. Prisoners of … Continue reading Hostages of oblivion
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