Several months ago you left and your shadow is still torturing me from the garden; it wanders among my flowers directing pitiful glances, morbid smiles and merciless gestures; what happened that you still have not finished leaving? Should I stone her with murderous glances? Should I shoot her with blasphemies so that she can finally free me? What must I do so that I can finally get rid of you? Johanna villada Facebook.com/letrasdehanna

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