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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
No todas las moscas van a la luz buscando infinitos se comenz- a forjar en las tierras Canarias, en un verano en el que la autora buscaba algo m+s que agua y sol, tras una Zpoca personal convulsa. ONoches de grillos chirriando./Noches en las que sacamos las vendas /y abrimos los ojos para /morar/mirar /hacia un lejano cada vez m+s inestableO. Su nuevo poemario sigue la l'nea de los anteriores: aire fresco perenne en un cielo cada vez m+s lleno de prosa temporal.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
No todas las moscas van a la luz buscando infinitos se comenz- a forjar en las tierras Canarias, en un verano en el que la autora buscaba algo m+s que agua y sol, tras una Zpoca personal convulsa. ONoches de grillos chirriando./Noches en las que sacamos las vendas /y abrimos los ojos para /morar/mirar /hacia un lejano cada vez m+s inestableO. Su nuevo poemario sigue la l'nea de los anteriores: aire fresco perenne en un cielo cada vez m+s lleno de prosa temporal.