2.15.11
A down ward spiral
into the heart of la paz
yo he llegado.
A window that peers
into an empty court yard
and a lean coat rack.
But the coat rack does not wobble. The celling is painted pink with a flower. There was no rain today and I felt confused. The sun was lovely and warmed me through and through. It is good to be back to the never sleeping city, a monster of a town, where everything is spiraling down and there is a mountain that is always watching me watch it and i wonder what it thinks about me and i know what i think about it, ¨hermoso!.
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