Rincones

Remembranzas revueltas,
rastros rotos,
razones robadas,
recuerdos ríspidos.

oK - 24

Resulta reconfortante
reencontrarte raíces,
rincones,
romance radiante.

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Ramos rosas,
risueños;
ramas, risas,
rosados rabos.

K - 5

(El Cuyo, El Corchito y Las Coloradas en Yucatán)

 

 

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About Kathya Rosas

There's a hunger under my skin, gripping at my bones. I push my limbs forward like a tree does in a storm.
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