Today only the word, that gift dark, comforting me in his white poverty. A lack of strength and inspiration to write an ode to silence, rewrite the verse Fina always timely. At dawn, the quiet desolation, solitude, the sacred poetry.
WHAT STRANGE CREATURE STRANGE CREATURE
WHAT IS THIS, MR, which covers
UNDER HEAVEN MATT BETWEEN THE DUMB STONE,
DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THE RAIN TO RUN, SO
WITH GREY WALLS, THE CINDERELLA HERBS. Strange
GAVE THE MAN FACE, YOUR CREATURE, WHICH
loneliness in her beautiful eyes and impenetrable, and that outsiders
YOUR VOICE IN THE HUGE dumb
BEASTS OF THE PAST, THE DISTANT BIRDS.
WHAT IS THIS CREATURE STRANGE, SIR, THAT IN THE DESIRE
SATISFIED, IT IS IN THE BACKGROUND, WISHING
AND OUT OF YOUR LAUGHTER IS DESFRAUDA
A LITTLE, AND PUNISHMENT IN THE WAKE LEAVE WHEN. Fina García Marruz
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