Yo crecí dentro de un árbol: The lights always stay the same in a town you remember. The lights...
The lights always stay the same in a town you remember. The lights stay the same. And you are cradled in their color, forever fifteen years old, standing beneath the great pine tree. Spotlit, falling. You remember how he stood there, bent over at his waist, leaning forward, arms outstretched,…
