Tú en una cama enorme
y yo
aquí.
Yo en un sofá de mierda
y tú
allá.
sábado, 6 de agosto de 2011
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Softly her tower crumbled in the sweet silent sun.
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).
3 +:
si la cama fuera enorme y los dos estuviesen allí a mil kilómetros de distancia emocional también abría un gran nadie o nada ahí.
Agujeros de gusano.
Ojalá.
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