The Place that I live — El lugar que habito

Francisco Martínez
1 min readMar 30, 2023

The Place that I live

The place I live in has blue pastes and gives off a quince smell. It opens every morning to the song of caresses, it is soft and slippery at the same time.

The place I know wants to become the dream place, the thought that oscillates on the edge of the impossible. Strawberry cake, smell of roses and pink meat. Panic of the dark and rooms full of aromas of cinnamon. The place I live in is you.

El lugar que habito

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