(These are difficult times ahead of us.)
The sound is short, but vital.
"You're in a coma", I moved across the room.
"How can I pay you?" (In another world)
Do you hear the lament, apricot?
"The bloom of youth, at the top of your skin."
I can whisper to save myself, if diamonds are all you need.
I expect your skin today. And beyond meadows.
domingo, 24 de enero de 2010
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Me sonó como a "fucking mundo actual".
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