Diario expuesto con agregados propios e impropios de vivencias y algún que otro nudo del pensamiento individual y espacial en Normandía.
miércoles, 20 de mayo de 2015
An unknown captain
The Island embraced the strange vessel and allowed it to pursue even further.
"One, two" the waves sang among bare lands, claiming life and desire.
A volcano erupted and the island received the foreigner with patience . The ship would abandon the warm and wild non-existent harbour no more.
"One, two" the bearded captain counted while crushing the shore with a rythm fueled by madness.
Hinterland something is awaiting the lost man. The one that took only his nightmares and a
ramshackle sea wooden monster with him.
- Norma Flores Allende
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