The world was so recent then that many things lacked names,
and in order to indicate them it was necessary to point - Marquez


Wednesday, September 8, 2010

I am as lost as you are...







The shout leaves a cypress shadow on the wind
(leave me in this field crying)
Everything has broken in the world
(leave me in this field crying)
The lightless horizon is bitten by bonfires
(I have told you to leave me
in this field
crying
Neruda


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