between life and death are blind bridges, suspended on a suspect does not have anything to do with the other side. Dream move for them when, for example, with old loves.
This pompous introduction must do with that I seen her, to talk and hug. To wake up with my sheets soaked in scent.
course passing a perfume is not the flower of Coleridge, to walk at his side is the encounter with Alejandra Sabato tells in Lezama.
It's simply a piece, a loose thread, the thread of the slime of the devil that the wind blew in our childhood and still see in sleep, in the random encounter with loss.
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