Softly her tower crumbled in the sweet silent sun.
al trepar por cubos de vapor
donde no queda más que recordar
te encontré durmiendo
sin saber
que estabas junto a mí
escondí estampas con tu olor
para así poder un volver
y seguir trepando
cuando nadie
se acuerde ya de ti
Says Ada en 15:51
Etiquetas: consumados, para ti, sin música
The wasp was investigating her plate. Its body was throbbing. "We shall try to eat one later," she observed, "but it must be gorged to taste good. Of course, it can’t sting your tongue. No animal will touch a person’s tongue. When a lion has finished a traveler, bones and all, he always leaves the man’s tongue lying like that in the desert" (making a negligent gesture).
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