Marcus Nalgaber Posted April 17, 2019 Share Posted April 17, 2019 "A suitcase full of things that hide from each other" There are trips that you do not realize you're doing until you get to where you did not know you were going. Regards, Mora Amaro La Loba I walk walk going to the Moon I wear a skirt of red flowers that sway between the folds with the dance of my steps and the swing of my suitcase full of things that hide from each other I cross halls and many rooms with its corridors that without meaning always take you to some windows scattered between the ridges of a labyrinth on my way way going to the Moon I walk walk going to the Moon I wear a skirt of red flowers that sway between the folds with the dance of my steps and the swing of my suitcase full of things that hide from each other Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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