Aleyda Quevedo Rojas

That´s what I am
inaccessible eyes
heart without a place
 
My small body
bandaged with painted cloths
My head
doubly wounded begs for pity
 
Poor me
accompanied by mongooses
traveling across the immense expanse of the Kalahari
welded to the natural sadness of the world
 
The arid land
is a variation on pain
 
Ancient sand dunes
insensible to pleas and suffering
 
My hidden heart
a dryness that inflames
this salty place
 
Expanse without […]

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