When I'm asleep forever, I want to put my head under the stockbroker that holds, along with a bit of land in central Chile, the paper roll I wrote cactus among the eucalypts on the edge of the sea, all the secret names you gave as my hands ran over your body slim and wavy.
Collage (c) Waldemar Verdugo.
"South America 1"
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