The Night Does Not Turn Off the Imagination
In the folds of the hills
Where the concern lies
And houses are put in the inclined land
The old lady, Manuel's mother
Of Jorge and Isabel
Lived Jaime and Isabel
Lived Jorge and Amanda his wife
Lived the widow of Roberto
The widow's teenager
lived Felipe and Luis
Lived Alejandra
Until the February fire.
Now they live in another fold.
Copyright © Eduardo Escalante | Year Posted 2017
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