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::And Now The Storm Is Inside.
He holds himself in the manner of a man unsure of his body and what it can do, under preassure.
It's autumn. She holds an umbrella, more as a disctraction than some vague form of protection.
He sits without moving until she fires bubbles, images and kusjes.
He falls as death comes at him on a sleepless night.
He sees himself in her, lying down in wet clothes, cold and steaming, waiting for hot-chocolate, drained of poetry...
at the end of another season.
Now Playing: Sacrifice (Elton John)- Rebel Rebel (David Bowie)- Best served with: Caffé Latte or Hot fudge.::
.:Lo wrote this at: 5:20 PM:.
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He holds himself in the manner of a man unsure of his body and what it can do, under preassure.
It's autumn. She holds an umbrella, more as a disctraction than some vague form of protection.
He sits without moving until she fires bubbles, images and kusjes.
He falls as death comes at him on a sleepless night.
He sees himself in her, lying down in wet clothes, cold and steaming, waiting for hot-chocolate, drained of poetry...
at the end of another season.
Now Playing: Sacrifice (Elton John)- Rebel Rebel (David Bowie)- Best served with: Caffé Latte or Hot fudge.::
Ik zit tussen nu en ooit, maar nooit was altijd erbij... Siempre a la orden!
Uma noite de música afinada com as harmonias telúricas, vibrações e rítmos... `Se sumergió en la algarabía caliente de los pimpiabotas y los vendedores de pájaros, de los libreros de lance y de los curanderos y las pregoneras de dulce que anunciaban a gritos por encima de la bulla cocadas de piña para la niña, las de coco para los locos, las de panela para Micaela." *El amor en los tiempos del cólera
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