's cold and a plastic bag slashes
On the street corners of the stone.
Just outside the hotel people look
And cigarettes are exchanged shirts and ties
Although Lugo is very quiet and almost nobody takes reeds
As in Madrid. Here a fire wall
grass that grows in every hole,
humidity here in the quiet sore mesh
What's fantastic about the cathedral that are fixing.
heritage always comes first,
A passenger on the world sings a song accompanied
For a dog that jumps, side by side
It reminds me of those partying youth between liters
reminds me that in these provinces
fertilizer plant and the houses seem sepia sepia
And that will never be as black and white like a swamp.
And I like walking, weaving the cobblestones
And I like being the pet sun
When he leans in my bangs, I like to find a
caldo gallego
rumination in the street and the wall soba
And wake up in the middle of night because I miss my bed and springs
. Distance springs
That make sense of nostalgia
That then also feel when you return
When lighting holes in this new city,
And then appear umbrellas urbanity
of grafted trees that look like men.
0 comments:
Post a Comment