sensibilidad suspendida

(razón: allá)

que no lluevas, eh

no lloro, no

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Haffner dijo...

"On a winter night I herd horses on a country road, beating sparks out of the stones. I knew they were running away and would be crossing the fields where the pounding would come up into my ears. And I said they are running out to death wich is with some soul an their eyes are mad and teeth out.
God´s mercy
On the wild
Ginger Man"