The sky, the rising sun, solitary.
And you, my only one, solitary.
The shore is to the sea solitary.
And in the end, we'll be solitary...
Homesick
Homesick (How meta) The moment is already gone, running faster than ourselves (or even our awareness of it); the people that Life brought ...
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One morning, I woke up next to myself. Not metaphorically, but literally next to my -dead- self. I looked at myself carefully. Every mole, ... -
Más arriba rodeando cercanamente inminentes nudos, mi garganta abre paso con dolor a mi saliva mientras mis ojos se prenden del hoyuelo de t...
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