unpredictability
(2011)
came the first autumn and not a single blade was of my structure. Not a slight yellowing, at least, did not see it, "no dry sadness desarropó my branches. This was the second fall and beyond. He was young, forever, my sheet was perennial: never die! I got used to think myself forever. From that moment I stopped worrying about life.
spent time y. .. What is the time for those who can sense unlimited?
But at the end of that summer I noticed something, I felt a slight yellowing in my films. Later I was all the juice from the veins. The wind hit my levity, I disengaged myself, agony, the end was near. Was outdated. And I was not prepared.
All rights © Angeles Fernangómez (text and photo)
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All rights © Angeles Fernangómez (text and photo)
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