I'm sitting here as a child, as when he was mute and autistic ... sitting, watching ... Look! clouds falling apart, the trees dancing, flirty evening, the wind that ruffles all women who go to the boy ...
Dream ... I'm doomed to dream forever with God with the devil, you, without me dream ... as if something were to happen ... as if something ...
I'm watching remotely, reconstruyéndote ... arming of pale colors ... see you clear, the wind goes through you ... look like a garment that flies through the air ...
many eager to discover! and yet ... I keep hiding behind the letters, distressed, damn ...
I'm sitting, as when a child ... drunken dreams ... Damian
Mictlantecuhtli
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