DESCALZO - HART, KEVIN

- Darkness Some journeys never promise a return: You set out late, barefoot, at night, Through oblique hours Themselves in flight; And there are journeys without ways at all: You pass through wastes of withered heath, Through arguments Like a comb s teeth; Then there are journeys that you cannot take: You chew raw flesh on both your thumbs, You tilt your glass And darkness comes. Oscuridad Algunos viajes no prometen un regreso: Sales tarde, descalzo, al anochecer, A través de horas oblicuas Ta... | Paginas: 70 | Medidas: 15 x 21