Magali Aguilar Solorza



Life is uncertain,
it traces us the way that one is formed,
We would like yesterday to be present
to return to the same path; but it's difficult,
time progresses and with it, the existence
which ages with memories.

Magali Aguilar Solorza
(Quiet Night)
December / 31/2013 10:49:30 am
Mexican author


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