JORDI G. PHOTO Spread the seed that the field is ready
root and will emerge strong
bush ... Purge me with your hands, feel your fingers brush against Verne
grow and I am no longer seen as yesterday's dreams
Sower make me dream ...
I'm hoping fertile
me I want to plant seeds ready to enter the ground and sprout
'm ripe fruit waiting for me I want to cut
mixture of flavors and sensations in your mouth
dreams I mold make me dream. BB ARIADNA
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