—I hope you like supper, child —said the playful lady—. I cooked all we had left. —How are we going to survive, mother? —asked the child while the warm steam whipped his nostrils. —God will provide —she answered as she put her finger into the porridge to try it. —Just like he did with our delicious neighbors? —the kid asked again. He retired a strand of hair from his teeth. Both, mother and child smiled with a grim look, devouring his food and evicting hunger for the night.
9 November 05, 2022, 13:30 0hambre tengo hambre hambre de un suspiro cansado que salga de tus labios para sambullirme en ese lago cristalino esclavo de lo desconocido como el hambre que tengo de ahumar cempasúchil y morir lavanda pachuli me besa los labios la sangre ardiente un respiro tuyo me da hambre de muerte
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