Letter 74:
"I still have the first letter that you wrote to me. I carry it like a garden in my pocket.
If you come to me at this moment
Your minutes will become hours
Your hours will become days
And your days will become a lifetime.
I am never sure if I am reading the letter or if the letter is reading me."
De la exposición Ashes and snow
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