To compare the mother sea against a bubble and against all of her foam. To even talk about the sand and ice of the dark seas of nebulae. To confess the curative effects of beer on my feelings about my reasons to be. If there is one, and about my performance or my lack of. To tell my love I’m still in love and always will be, normal interruptions in between. This blog is for
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martes, 15 de diciembre de 2009
Under Canis minor
Under Canis minor
I am a dog But I always walk With my tail raised up
Because you: “The owner of the link Where the truth pass through”
In a cloudless sky night Inhabits a dirty spot Under canis minor
Under Canis minor
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