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light darkness
Good
Love your love.
A man cries, I swear, in the center of Madrid.
Sitting at the gates of Mcdonalds, not allegories, I swear, cry a man and no one stops, or stop me ...
I said a man cries, but may not be human
but someone would stop, myself.
If a man who cries! If I saw a man stop me mourn,
I swear .... It's easy, just have to look at him and ask
"what's wrong, man?" And catch it with his tears, something I can mourn for me too, but I have no time ... there is no time to mourn, and a man crying time is shown,
others walk and not stop, myself ... just walked ...
... walk through the center Madrid and inevitably a man cries,
is no joke, opposite the Teatro Arenal where some pay to laugh,
right there, very close, sitting without allegories Mcdonalds door a free man cries in the economic center the country, meanwhile other men without time buy and sell all the gold, demonstrating that capitalism is a nest of Urraca.
And that man cry! The one with the attitude of man, crying like a gargoyle defeated fall on the sidewalk from the gutters of the cathedral Mcdonalds. no one from Google Earth to find out.
mobile phones ring half the world almost in unison.
chat simultaneously million people, with no time to be human, myself.
More
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fastest men, all we beat the record of 100 meters
is the era of communication and no one communicates with man, crying in the center of Madrid while men walk tears, myself,
thinking man less time needed to travel the distance.
If you look closely you will see the Palmer Research Station on one end of Anvers Island. It will be my home for several weeks.
Eyes soda at night jazz
I can not leave this small syndrome:
you dissolve into the ice and keep growing
for voice over the nests of swallows skinned;
sad as the range on windy days ...
relapse into my stitches, I had surgery again and again
agrededes with your surgeries held back tears at the empty glasses, now on the Rocks
I can only serve me whiskey and soda before your eyes ...