SOLOS My loneliness is yours, we reflect like mirrors the miseries, the nobility, successes, failures, along old lines, we crossed the touch and looks, feel vacuum in the bowels, always savor the past and nostalgia succumb to memory, out of love today ... .... ... all locked into our walls to the uterus back every night to discover at dawn no shelter, we are always alone ....
By: Claudia Iris Lopez
Worked at National University of Mar del Plata (regular Teaching and research categorized. Artist) Studied at Universidad Nacional de Mar del Plata, Lives in Mar del Plata, Argentina, Separated, From Buenos Aires, Argentina
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