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domingo, 7 de octubre de 2012


PHOTO: Trees. Monastery of  Piedra.  By Blanca Langa

I scratch each fold of your soul.
I look  for
              -you do not know-
trees in your eyes
where lay my dreams.

Unbutton my skin,
sew my hands
to your old pain.

Let them erase,
                  let them heal
your forehead and wounds.
I want to kiss
                      your scars.

       Blanca Langa