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May 2019
There is the desert,
where the flower does not rest,
where the myth surrounds us,
and a hell that keeps us awake.

Life and death on the ground,
with huge cold stars,
Thousands of legendary paths
Uncertain place of hunting.

There ,
the earth dismisses its children,
there,
we are all nomads.
Julio
Written by
Julio  M/Patagonia
(M/Patagonia)   
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