Four lusters make a cycle
I had to go and come back, to come and go. To be able to leave. We are losing the youth of years, the beauty of innocence, permissions, decencies, sanity and a smile. We tear our clothes, scratch the crusts and that leaves scars impossible to erase.The stones: representations of what is anchored and...
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Cátedra B de Problemas Epistemológicos de la Psicología de la Facultad de Psicología, Universidad Nacional de Córdoba
2021
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| Acceso en línea: | https://revistas.unc.edu.ar/index.php/heterocronias/article/view/36221 |
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| Sumario: | I had to go and come back, to come and go. To be able to leave. We are losing the youth of years, the beauty of innocence, permissions, decencies, sanity and a smile. We tear our clothes, scratch the crusts and that leaves scars impossible to erase.The stones: representations of what is anchored and unmovable within environmental circumstances. The stones: representations of the beautiful and the unknown for the human who stumbles twice in the same place.Who could say that what you had was love? If of the two times we met, we only greeted each other. When you got out of bed, you put on your slippers and started walking in the opposite direction. I think my body is in relative well-being because everything passes through my head, that’s my price. I pay with thought and my body gets a cold once a year, sleeps twice a week and closes my eyes only to sneeze. |
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