Palimpsestos de una mutante en su memoria sin pupitre

It`s originally inSpanish; poesie. The images make the story, not the writer herself. A grand LOVE runs up and falls down. Is it time, is it the human being in each pal of the couple (doubts, sorrows, fears... where was then love?)? It is inspired in the Mutant every one bares inside, and outside; and dedicated to all the men I have loved. A direct conversation with one of them specially. Jo Koeser. My grand love. Family and homeland is also remembered and chanted here. Mostly an appeal to all that what is dreamed about. Not romantic though;