I dressed as raising fallen petals.
I emerged from the ruins, thinking
waking up to throw me into the river,
like no matter the ability to swim. Tanta
skin, so little breeze,
much water without thirst,
both garden without fireflies,
so many words, so hot, so safety
have awakened this morning I being too ...
(Painting: The Awakening of the maid. Eduardo Sivori)
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