Labios de invierno, viento, sal y almendras. Fisuras. Silencio. Anuncios
Afraid of November: death and roasted chestnuts knives, cuts and embers.
I hear with perspicuity your whispery voice stand out in the mist.
You naughty sea come here, massage my feet, have a cup of love with me.
Green autumn leave you’re stronger than the wind hold on to the tree.