Viendo me cargo,
los orbes en los zócalos…
De la luz que penetra cada partición.
¿Por qué continúe existiendo?
La oscuridad interminable debe dominar.
Friday, July 31, 2009
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Dizzy with light, we dipped into that enormous book of holidays, its pages blazing with sunshine and scented with the sweet melting pulp of golden pears...
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