walked for those who do not want the thing, thinking
coins and a few tablespoons more
no further claim to be like clouds
dilated pupils of the dreamers
And yet the time has embargoed
verses, dreams, the same tobacco
who know middle ground, now they say "out bussines"
not understand our language ephemeral. Wilted
are
desire to love the guitar solo darkens our nerve.
poetry becomes the fast green
enlouqecemos with atypical variety discovered ...
... After three days in the hospital of that ancestral
with a little less of coins at the beginning
's Alice tales has grown and not amused Tea,
walk as he does not like things. However
poetry are malnourished
my hands and me. With the embargo
purple dress and snuff
violently off in a shoe outside. Camilo Andres
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