poesía checa

AND THE FOLIAGE FALLS AND THE LONELINESS OF ROOFS shines in the September sun. Poetic corners overflown by time tremble from shyness and from fear of hoarfrost. And the mouths of organized cars glare against the houses. Fibers of mornings swinging in the blue calm hang in the air. Souls full of holes restlessly toss about in the rooms and swallow the oxygen of words, whose freeing breath -like opium- lasts only briefly. EL FOLLAJE CAE Y LA SOLEDAD DE LOS TECHOS brilla en el sol de septiembre. Los...
  • 14 julio, 2021
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