VIGÉSIMO PRIMER CONCURSO DE ESCRITURA Y PINTURA !! / TWENTY-FIRST WRITING AND PAINTING CONTEST !! / #WORLD OF XPILAR

On the other side of the wall, there are various colors of the sky. He is not seen in the sky.

He does not touch the wind. I want to cry and get cut. Where you and all of you are.

At ten o'clock in the afternoon on the Taj Mahal Road. The sun just comes and rolls on the porch of your lap.

I wish you weren't. When you came, you weren't. There are hills above.

There are many colors of jungle in the mountains.

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