Dennis Hollingsworth

Ahora y Luego

I'm still listening to Joni Mitchell's "Woodstock".

On repeat.
Softly in the wee hours.
One song, m?bius-like.

This thought arose like wreckage surfacing from the depths:

A child, who won't leave the womb
-ends up killing the mother.

One song, m?bius-like.
A few hours on the way to heaven.
Softly in the wee hours.

More about that later.