by Marcello Comitini In his eyes I saw the worldsuspended in the blue of the skyto born, to turn itself and to rotin the arms of death. But yetthey were alive of watershat shone between her eyelids,lit stars suddenlyin the gray sky of existence.It was her.She walked on the tight wirebetween my pain and the conscienceholding… Leer más The tightrope walker
