And it came and went

... No, she had no standards, no brands, no styles,
her beauty was being;
she sought every day the sower of the world and implored him that age
with every light and moment, with every man and woman, with every spirit,
and in everything and with everything she burned;
thus, when they began to fear him, she never appeared because he was in all
and they felt it wandering within themselves like a steed of love or virtue of soul;
... ended up being as true as the sweet rumor or the rumblings of the sea,
or like the swift and intrepid start of the day with the chalice and dismemberment of it,
its beginning and end;
... and even today, rummaging among swans, eagerly, we continue looking for him to kill him.
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Antonio Justel Rodriguez
https: //www.oriondepanthoseas 
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