I feel as if a constant déjà vu existed inside my cerebellum, and though you might never call again; I never loose hope
Happy Birthday Daddy Andy!!!
Hola Mr. Gonzalo, it would be an honor. Yes.
A long breath and common writer’s block.
The cars, the city, the common noises bore,
my pen wants to rest – in peace -
stuff falling and paint melting, warm ice cream,
a wingless fly; larva babes die.