realized my passport was not where i thought it was on monday. looking through old sketch books to see if i had stored it in them, i found versions of some old poems/ pre-versions that i dont really remember writing...
una noche, mujer, yo te so~e.
con piernas tempestuosas salias del rio
y con ojos estrellados
mirabas hacia horizontes desconocidos.
tus pies decian todo.
y te fuiste a extraviar
en valles q solo habias navegado una vez,
cuando no existia mas que tu ombligo
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