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Lunes, 02 de mayo de 2005

Emotional Landscapes

Heaven

Es el demonio. Sí, el demonio en persona. Él es quien te está susurrando. ¿Puedes escuchar esa tibia brisa penetrando tus oídos? De pronto miras hacia atrás y ves que todo ha cambiado. ¿Donde estás?. Ni el mismo diablo te podrá susurrar ahora. Blasfemias, blasfemias, blasfemias. Verdugos despertando en tu cerebro. Tu cerebro como una linterna solar.

Por: Felipe Miranda | Sicodelias | Comentarios (0) | Referencias (0)

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There is this old woman she lives down the road you can often find her kneeling inside of her hole and i often ask her "are you looking for the mother lode?" huh? no. no my child, this is not my desire and then she said i'm digging for fire there is this old man who spent so much of his life sleeping that he is able to keep awake for the rest of his years he resides on a beach in a town where i am going to live and i often ask him "are you looking for the mother lode?" huh? no. no my child, this is not my desire and then he said i'm digging for fire i'll keep digging for fire.