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Religion in the atoms of the water of life in golden eternity, the mountains of
albiche waterfalls,
streets of young pine trees with moss.
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The vortex in the city. It is past
day, panting, pungent, suffocating.
All colors, strange sensations,
prospects, more glimpses of unexpected
minutes have passed in the breath ...
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sound of scrap metal, dark night, far
train devouring the floor
phosphorescent snake, streaks of light.
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Notes from the River. The mystery of the fire is as delicate as the hurricane
of my madness. Not a break,
in my life, you calcian pebbles
darkness, based
night without wanting, hoping, while The Lord surrounds
Worlds vagabonds in
simbolitragedia
hell or heaven ... sweet
-------------------... Monte
full of steps, stones that do not want to kick:
sounds dirty
empty souls are echoed in the billions of stars.
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