This is my story.

ESP

Adrià

Salvadó

Warm smelly ashes flying from the rotting meat

stuck in my thoughts, which have been fostered

 by my destructive desires.

Lost

-What would happen if everything you believed in did not exist?-

...everything collapses,

even the ground beneath my soul disappears,

and so does life as I know it;

meeting myself beyond any fears.

 

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Our own essence.

Poetry from Barcelona