by Luis Ullán
(Salamanca (Spain))
The late leaves end a windy trip
by the roadside of an unknow village;
they levitate and fall as empty stones,
foundations for the upcoming winter,
inspirational scenery for another writer
trapped on the same old idea:
the hearbreaking story of his nonexistent lover.
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