The house is a tent by the river. As the fishes swim by, their reluctants bodies are covered in dust. They slowly dance, wimpling in the flow like cryptic pieces of a puzzle that an ancient God had forgot to put together again. That deep penumbra they live no man rules. Matte green, red blood. All gone.

Milano, Navigli, marzo 2023.



Que parezca un accidente  

Puedes apuntarte a mi Journal, más o menos mensual (jaja), en el formulario de abajo. Me gustaría mucho mandarla por lechuza, pero no es posible todavía. Tienes aquí un número de ejemplo. 

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