Gonzalo Lecaros
Contributor
Look at you.
How much have you changed?
One year has passed now.
The Sun rises and sets,
but you don't realize it.
You may experience
the reflection in the snow,
the projection of the oasis,
the illusion of my words,
the birds that come and go
like the stations of my life.
Unfadable are called.
Your eyes look into mine,
the reflection of my soul
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