sine titulo

by guido monte

vidhya flowing black birds, tomorrow you’ll know the uncertain harvest

taras, cahier d’écolier only void, light na anyate, runs through waters secreto sin misterio :

confuses paroles some confused words tus ojos touch existence vie mystérieuse, uncertain movements...

the same breath for everyone all, part of the different

blending of things connected characters waiting for an event we’ll contemplate in a pristine face.