caramar

arms' thin stream was

string and stair toward

barking silence raise your

hair was hands' fading

nos sucked in..........................out

your numbers jerk in a cir

cle declock your air's gray

light shivers in a window

.sea of throats beach of skin

█…..the door your shirt walks in

...por la ribera de la mar, vio un batel...

- El Conde Partinuples