Tuesday, 9 October 2012

Roosts, East Anglian and Ecuadorian

The rooks fly home to the east tonight on buoyant breeze-surfing wings. To the west go the pinkfeet, in lazy skeins, into the sizzling embers of the sun.


De aquí a un año, se me ocurrió hoy, estaré de nuevo en Ecuador. Así es la vida laboral.

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