I used to leave in the morning
illusion
breathing and watching the flight of the hummingbird. Suspension
endless time without beginning
at times.
Places I want to go.
I want to go, arrive, depart from
stay hidden in Cafayate.
As a wolf of the steppes,
strains of
birthplace sealedDon Valentine,
loading it into a goblet glass
where the images are deformed
that are on the other side of it. Scottish
playing their bagpipes and celebrating around the hammock
understand the message of life and enjoy
given time. That
fourth quarter second magical moment
savior.
That neighbor, old brute fierrero
Warnes,
grossbut not bad people.
if ... there's everything in Villa Crespo
life presents
this way ...
Interesting!
Like when you sit
to drink mate on the sidewalk
while changing the grass.
Seeing all the mafia
Warnesliving in peace, sharing
code is respected.
which respects no doubt,
source for quality cultural and anthropological
.
The value of the word.
Image: Wan Kok Leong