Wisteria We received from the porch. Below
behind the house,
played to open his mouth the brush,
opening the way to the river
We soaked with drunk
green eyes, cloudy
many years of asphalt recycling. They woke the cherry
uniform, without malice, leaving
accommodate your target in our eyes.
And so, as April
we present another gem to remember.
Photo: Angels Fernangomez
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