Feb 2015
The poem bleeds
from the ancient city of emperors
and pours his saliva
about geniuses
on mothers *****
in small wooden churches ;
the poem bleeds,
coloring with mystery
the tasteless past
of the sorrows of the world.
from the ancient city of emperors
and pours his saliva
about geniuses
on mothers *****
in small wooden churches ;
the poem bleeds,
coloring with mystery
the tasteless past
of the sorrows of the world.
(San Miguel de Allende)
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