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31.Traducida: Diana Legorreta Herrera
From: Toluca, Edo. Mexico. Before
After
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7
Waiting silence ...
the day, consumed by the fog of imminent reason , nothing violently in a pathetically homogeneous mass. The pain takes advantage of the squalor and misery. To pose an answer to this difference, lying on the soft texture of a pile of rocks, sipping a vivid dream, feelings? I wish I had feelings. Escaping
individuality, watering random smiles, to open their eyes to be bleeding into the Pentagon bright room, where words struggle to gain meaning and have a reaction, this place makes us remember why we breathe. Walking on dirty and really comforting to get him and receive a sweet kiss that will make us sick.
The tears dried the body, it is inevitable fight, bleed is inevitable, inevitably swallow the false truth, inevitable sinking in the homogeneity, Evita cease to exist. Now the only problem: STOP THINKING. Security of being close to the inert happiness.
"=? Needless
sigh in the wind ... NOTHING, NADA, NOTHING, NOTHING, NADA, NOTHING, absolutely NOTHING.
[Diana Legorreta Herrera]
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