was the whole issue of the bear's head,
suspended in the air, they evaporate
threats to fix
naively in an instant. I knew that the formulas
impact
always and never give up and ozone
and congestion as a constant smoke.
An atmosphere of Frank Miller,
the shield that the city has in front of the eye
greening strange
or hours remaining for night, which must be
insubordination.
A black
out of his car and another driver
insults and kicks on their wheels
while screaming in English and swear and repeat
something about death and testicles.
The proud woman at the wheel, without turning tells us
"Welcome to New York City"
and everything makes sense ironically spring
a taste of pumpkin.
He had grown his hair
and
two ladies looked at him, frowning: "Where has said it is?"
"Oh, it's a good place, believe it," and the conversation fell
to near extinction in a low murmur insubstantial, vague
that threat is not yet deep
but survived, after waiting a long time.
The fleeting succession of names and manners
hidden. The women laugh and open
both the mouth leaving it the chocolate stuck to the palate.
"My dear friend, what are you doing here?
why come?
You go to the league. Are you clear, kid. "
The landscape feeds
looks empty, but they think they see
whether it would be better leave
time and act. But be sure not
caught the joke despite the obvious tone
abject
needless to say, the crusts from
most eccentric behavior and disrespect.
not want to think about touching, but understands ...
"Why did she?
What you could not give? "
And he smiles and, finally, create
be on solid ground.
"We do not act that way,
ladies, we have never worried
for women's literature."
"But what Woolf? What Pizarnik? What about Zambrano? "
(She draws on her face an expression of admiration).
"We understand, right? In my day it was impossible. "
Long avenues, there are always children and young
with different tips, and German models, with a strange
like Johanna Wokalek.
And God knows the stubborn presence
tea and snuff, and incense, if
thought long about it, without much depth.
"What will you say?"
"Oh, I am nothing, nothing."
The two ladies, great and happy,
know forgiveness, after all,
of indecent
use geography to describe a mood.
"My son left the pigs. Has risen and will not be
more than one operator, a mechanic. " He feels
observed with maternal eyes.
"Do you eat well? Take a cake, honey. My husband complains
this long winter.
says it all the time. "
and dizziness comes suddenly, like a tide
and closes her eyes the man alone. The fat
whisper: "Poor, watch it, is exhausted."
promises steel arise. Witchcraft
between tablecloths, comfortable by smoke.
God knows,
yes, He knows what he could give in return
to be covered until
eyes in the bed of a European room.
"I'll be honest, ladies,
this is a weapon."
He points to his bag.
"Really? Can we touch it? "
He rubs his hands.
"I came. That's all. "
"Oh, we know. It will be important. "
Of course, satisfaction is an exaggerated sense
for this moment.
suspended in the air, they evaporate
threats to fix
naively in an instant. I knew that the formulas
impact
always and never give up and ozone
and congestion as a constant smoke.
An atmosphere of Frank Miller,
the shield that the city has in front of the eye
greening strange
or hours remaining for night, which must be
insubordination.
A black
out of his car and another driver
insults and kicks on their wheels
while screaming in English and swear and repeat
something about death and testicles.
The proud woman at the wheel, without turning tells us
"Welcome to New York City"
and everything makes sense ironically spring
a taste of pumpkin.
He had grown his hair
and
two ladies looked at him, frowning: "Where has said it is?"
"Oh, it's a good place, believe it," and the conversation fell
to near extinction in a low murmur insubstantial, vague
that threat is not yet deep
but survived, after waiting a long time.
The fleeting succession of names and manners
hidden. The women laugh and open
both the mouth leaving it the chocolate stuck to the palate.
"My dear friend, what are you doing here?
why come?
You go to the league. Are you clear, kid. "
The landscape feeds
looks empty, but they think they see
whether it would be better leave
time and act. But be sure not
caught the joke despite the obvious tone
abject
needless to say, the crusts from
most eccentric behavior and disrespect.
not want to think about touching, but understands ...
"Why did she?
What you could not give? "
And he smiles and, finally, create
be on solid ground.
"We do not act that way,
ladies, we have never worried
for women's literature."
"But what Woolf? What Pizarnik? What about Zambrano? "
(She draws on her face an expression of admiration).
"We understand, right? In my day it was impossible. "
Long avenues, there are always children and young
with different tips, and German models, with a strange
like Johanna Wokalek.
And God knows the stubborn presence
tea and snuff, and incense, if
thought long about it, without much depth.
"What will you say?"
"Oh, I am nothing, nothing."
The two ladies, great and happy,
know forgiveness, after all,
of indecent
use geography to describe a mood.
"My son left the pigs. Has risen and will not be
more than one operator, a mechanic. " He feels
observed with maternal eyes.
"Do you eat well? Take a cake, honey. My husband complains
this long winter.
says it all the time. "
and dizziness comes suddenly, like a tide
and closes her eyes the man alone. The fat
whisper: "Poor, watch it, is exhausted."
promises steel arise. Witchcraft
between tablecloths, comfortable by smoke.
God knows,
yes, He knows what he could give in return
to be covered until
eyes in the bed of a European room.
"I'll be honest, ladies,
this is a weapon."
He points to his bag.
"Really? Can we touch it? "
He rubs his hands.
"I came. That's all. "
"Oh, we know. It will be important. "
Of course, satisfaction is an exaggerated sense
for this moment.
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