lost

lost_ lost_ lost_ lost_ lost_ _lost _lost _lost _lost _lost lost 

lost

lost_ lost_ lost_ lost_ lost_ lost_ lost_ lost_ lost_ lost_

microstructures by a confined present: lost, inercies_,2020

the water that keeps coming back

Scream
Wounded! of blood on the arm (on the)leg.

Help! Here Here
Help! Help! Crazy, I know the gun
that hurts me and I think

about the smell
of the wounded roses
in the morning.
And I see the fright
that wounds his purity.

And you always there.
And you always killing.
And you, come here

(and) forget the water
that keeps coming back.

microstructures by a confined present and the virus. The water that keeps coming back. 2020 

reduccions

i tot es podia reduir a la complexa relació entre veritat, memòria i consciència...


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