Women Weting Them Selves

am a woman who is losing
last memory of me
deleted
with roses in the skin and meat
verses.

I fall myself.

conjugating the verb to be, the verb to love and live

total life as a warrior,
fierce, silent, powerful singing

wandering on each side of brightness, the distance.

Without nostalgia
most other lips lips
and flower blossom
when escape is linked to the
plain air and return to be narrowed
around me. Close distance


when conjugated verb to be
again and I feel that we can have a thousand silences

parallel in a surprising
inexplicable glow mouth. Mónica López

Bordon

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* Table: "Mirror of stations in the Alhambra" by Andres Rueda

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