Nostalgia del que nunca será, del futuro deseado e imposible en las
expectativas de una imaginación furtiva y desesperada, desesperando al pobre
soñador de realidades emiferas de una fantasía que se desvanece en el despertar
de la divagación momentánea.
domingo, 6 de agosto de 2017
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07-09-2018
I feel bitter I feel like a dirty old rag that only bickers I should get that whiskey to feel as shitty as I deserve
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Shit’s going down, down, down. When they think one thing is solved, there is always something more to fix, to worry about. And it’s shit go...
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The house trembles. The rain falls hard. The wind howls into my window. It’s been quite some time since we had something like a storm. T...
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And here we are We feed of steppes and earth (...) a lost piece of mind... We feed off steppes and air (...) We're stepping back ...
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