EN LA CUENCA DE TUS OJOS

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All the sins of love without details, details without love, regretting talking, having run out of time to save oneself, turning away too often.

I have the sound of his body in my ears.

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How beautiful the blood pulling towards confidence. Approaching aromatic, heavy and still like apples in a bowl.

Anne Michaels.

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Creation and interpretation: Kirenia Martínez, Alexis Fernández (Maca) Armando Martén and Ana Beatriz Pérez.

 

Music: Various authors.