What If Everyone Had The Same Current

The skin and the chill

Leaves who cultivates asphalt.
Eduardo Haro Ibarra


The flight to your legs Suspended
warm refuge on a maze invertebrate
The night flight to your bare shoulders
Dodging those images that are stuck in the flesh


Attached to the eyelids

suspended travel dreams ; into snowflakes




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[Photo of Francesca Woodman]

What If Everyone Had The Same Current

The skin and the chill

Leaves who cultivates asphalt.
Eduardo Haro Ibarra


The flight to your legs Suspended
warm refuge on a maze invertebrate
The night flight to your bare shoulders
Dodging those images that are stuck in the flesh


Attached to the eyelids

suspended travel dreams ; into snowflakes




.
[Photo of Francesca Woodman]

Find Mole Fraction, Density And %w/w

Visions

Caen

heavens opened on us

In Centenary Square

sounds echo of old steamers stranded

In places where time

Parade as a train slowly

We

glow too old blind

And we do not realize

From the sound of new pipes

people who come to streets and muscles as worms

oil Extended

Vacuum debunks miracles possible images

Lift Eyelid

cold spectrally

carmine stained carpets

remember those thighs thin wire

dancing between the sheets wound

Agito my lips

desolate

Shreds Meat Meat

twists

dotted Paredes

beer talk of clothes hanging from nails

that break on the asphalt

is winter in theaters and in your eyes

And life goes on as usual

Burning like ice

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