These days we live in Zaragoza, I recalled a short text I wrote in April 2003 . Here goes:
water She changes color with every step. It consists of tears, sweat, saliva, mist and rain. When it's cold but does not tremble when the wind blows you widen the hips. Have hair algae and sand in the navel.
water
She longs to see the puddles. She knows she must return to the sea, but does not dare. Women prefer to remain water on a desert road.
After both time, I enjoyed reading it. Much has changed, but I'm still the woman of water, a river of emotions ...
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