Some streets of Las Palmas have
under certain weather conditions the quality of
suddenly take on certain streets of Madrid in the sixties .
And I'm like a ghost
two cities like sleepwalking through my reflection in the windows amazed
tapeworms exhibited goods.
I do not know if
leaves the shadows of the leaves on the sidewalk
lattices
living, breathing and wait.
not know-is-a reflection that trembles
movement
summer scent
call for fresh content
is the light of a square in the center
gentle flowing and dazzling
from an unseen source.
A secret spring.
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