An unmistakable sense of convergence
with a soul scattered in the distance ... Moments
without the possibility of friction,
pleasures diluted in silence.
... looking directly be wasted.
However, transmuted into the air connection
draw paths,
unifies the roads, exposed
confidence in
horizons and shines in the simple things.
Simple and magnanimous;
a song, a clear sky,
a reflection in the puddle
... a conversation.
And so, 36 days have elapsed
(few to understand, to believe).
By Karen Alurralde
Photo: a friend, Facundo Quevedo =)
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