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Carlos del Puente
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That olive silence

martes, junio 01, 2021
We write to each other in the handwriting of memory while, of course, alone! Now you sleep like a possible cat. Cat eyes that announce I don't know what! If you look from the back. Your gaze slides through her. Every afternoon the fall slows down. Look and back. Cat eyes. Owl eyes. The night slows down. Then wind. Then olive tree. That...

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