It makes haste that to kill them tapeworm the haggard face bathed in blood and sweat and afternoon it fell and they did not die we watched ourselves been silent in the same protected anxieties. they make haste be beautiful agile contingents of burning life contentments of its being and his to exist. But then, by covered savannahs (already red shrouds of blood) it makes haste that to remove them from the confinement of those soft and remainders bodies. It thought somebody it and it did not say it it makes haste that to kill them, and it is not nobody, only I ..... Habia que matarlos tenian el rostro demacrado bañado en sangre y sudor y la tarde caia y no morian nosotros nos mirabamos callados en las mismas ansias resguardados. Habian sido hermosos agiles contingentes de candente vida contentos de su ser y su existir. Pero entonces, por sabanas cubiertos (ya sudarios rojos de sangre) habia que sacarlos del encierro de aquellos blandos y desechos cuerpos. Alguien lo pensó y no lo dijo habia que matarlos, y no queda nadie, solo yo.....
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I like to know that never we stopped learning in this life, but she dislikes the person who thinks the opposite to me, does not matter what you say today or tomorrow counts whereupon you dead someday .....
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The lack of comprencion of the damn society in that we lived and the deficiency of justice…
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Theatre of Tragedy-Soman-Solitary Experiments-opeth-Mindless Faith...
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