Ese tiempo sin espacio que se pasea por las calles de mi inconsciente levantando todos los tapices descubriendo todas las flores los huecos. 2021 Post author:Meri Scarano Post published:January 5, 2021 Post category:poem / short Share Share this content Opens in a new window Opens in a new window Opens in a new window Opens in a new window Opens in a new window Read more articles Previous PostPoemaNext PostIrme You Might Also Like Vacaciones II January 5, 2021 La dialéctica del abuso August 25, 2020