Tuesday, October 31, 2006
El acto de juntar una hierba azul, bocanadas de humo, cafés, mar, puertos, piernas largas, cartas, miradas, mapas, extravios, y orillas a un cuerpo.
Poetry gazes at these notebook, Art crossed with my life, everything that appears on my mind. Everything that disappears from my mind. Everything that stays between the memory of time and the mirror of that memory. Shortcut:To put it simply, life as a continous alucination