The Attic
Her brain is an attic where things
were stored over the years.
From time to time her face appears
in the little windows near the top of the house.
The sad face of someone who has been locked up
and forgotten about.
Always Carver round my mind
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About Me
- Cova
- I was born on the last day of spring (north hemisphere) and I grew up in a small town, picking up flowers in spring and summer afternoons to make terrible perfumes I thought were awesome. After living in many places, home and abroad, I'm now in Madrid, though I don't really like the city too much, I hate so much pollution, traffic noise and the 7am tube rush. I'm definitely a country girl, missing peace and quiet and singing birds.
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