Encadenadas

A March 25 of 1958, in a morning full of wind, hope and suffering, my mother made me see the light at home. Today, where I live, and fifty years later, my hands are escapde his entire life. Now that deciddejarlo all to devote to it, I need air, earth floor, I implore the water and look for the light, wherever. The images, shapes, words, my need to convey a thought are useful to those who wish to belong to the world without disturbing anyone.

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