Tonight, in Oakland I did not come here to sing a blues. Lately, I open my mouth & out comes marigolds, yellow plums. I came to make the sky a garden. Give me rain or give me honey, dear lord. … Continuar Leyendo...
Poiesis/ποίησις,manifestación de la belleza por medio de la palabra
Tonight, in Oakland I did not come here to sing a blues. Lately, I open my mouth & out comes marigolds, yellow plums. I came to make the sky a garden. Give me rain or give me honey, dear lord. … Continuar Leyendo...
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