Minimalist
miércoles, agosto 18, 2021Your room. That inside. And I was. Alone. Only. And both watching. City. People talking on the stairs. The steps. All those surnames. His feet remembered his steps. You could see his feet, his shoes. Images-memories. The phrases sound hot; rumbled. In the ears of yesterday. They have come blind. Blind ears. Blind to words.
Sense, then ex-isto as a hypothesis / thesis.
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