El blog de Gema Moraleja Paz (2)

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Silencing the drifting dust I am a miner of fate and pierce your subconcious to thresh your forgetting. I nourish your thought with an adornment of stars and pour out the heavens so that your lips may drink directly from the fields of the universe as above, so below everything's trnasformed, life,trees,people,cities, we are all dust, drifting dust of coagulated seed in the belly of the clouds that turns to liquid to moisten souls. by Gema Moraleja Paz. Continuar