...A wall among the walls, I hear
Their voices
On the first hour.
There
We find our refuge.
-They wait for us.-
Who can call this moment to rest
Among the dry autumn leaves?
Who?
About Me
- Luis Sanchez
- A man in the Other. I use my eyes or they use me -I do not know.- To see the world around me, a joy. Odd is to walk with open eyes among the many. Still I do. We walk together.
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