the shade of old spectacles -the colour of wheatfields II- (full story)

a land of trivial stories   Through a dirty window I see a blurred city Each light and shadow Tells a trivial story. And I, wearing a brown sweater Stains in my shower From when I washed the dirt of my old life, I contemplate outside that window Almost ignoring the reflection Of my silhouetteContinue reading “the shade of old spectacles -the colour of wheatfields II- (full story)”