DECEMBER TATTOO.
Find the territory without hangovers
The drought in the bottom of the mirrors often lead
When the twisted wagon
And the hidden things are the shelter and pantry
When last you saw of Certain
usual crowd still has longing name
Who said the days avoid breakage with notes of children gravitate
reasons is when the wall
worn latches that prevent us from looking at the Paradise
The flashes of pure stupidity some smiles
The labyrinth of walls that prevent us from
The road to the tower or beyond. SUMMARY
Luis Buñuel
There is plenty of misery in everyday accents
Where we are nourished by silence only
To live rescuing the light holes and do not realize
dissolve
The first steps towards the door
There he disguises voices modulated
To live the drama that looks just
am not helping
And it feels to be a sailboat
unmanned and hardened arteries so confused
And slowly crumbling pyramids
memory always hopes that everything is rosy
To cancel the black at the end of the pockets
least celestial Annunciation
rave sound Step to the artifices
The fall in the range of frivolity comfortable. WORDS
BURDEL
'm an apprentice at midnight
The issue is to stop my habits rough
And taking the river to his people furnished
Their heads must be the closest thing to a ring
passing from hand to
hand and becomes an old baggage
Comet Air
low thick tail
A
ignorant behavior Seeking mask seduce Artdeco
In desperation I've been the host of bats
grain color that blends with the land
When torrential
prayer are all absurd with cicadas.
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