Thursday, April 16, 2009
My Cousin
This is the way I remember my cousin when we were kids. He was a great friend, an avid listener, and happened to be a great poet. He did a bunch of unconventional things like writing poems half of them on the paper, half on the kitchen table, all would make sense, but then put together would take a different dimension.
This would've been me if I would've lost all those pounds that I promised.
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Hey Luis Contreras! Great to see your work again.
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ReplyDeleteSoy Ciro... Me gustarĂa ponerme en contacto contigo.
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