We were a dream of that species that torments with its agitated arms of water
miércoles, septiembre 27, 2023Before, not like before, without our gazes, always before what to say, he said, I was a dream of that kind that torments with its agitated arms of water when it retreats, leaves Rimbaud went to Java to look for the missing link in whose jungle he dynamited his own wandering feet and returned lost. When he reached the other shore, he took the coast of Africa on his way back, he was lost in the desert of hell, carrying his broken body with valuable unbalanced weight, he walked towards the brief encounter with his grave.
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