The Room

The confinement to the cubic space.
There are no days, weeks, months or years. 
Only a sun that ascends and descends.
Copy after copy of the same dream.
Your minimum contact is perfect to know that I still perceive... 
From the branches of your tree, the hair of your back, the skin of your shadow.

The indicated space for solictude, silence.
The Room
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The Room

The Room
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