La cama de Onetti
Pablo Sciuto
(18+)
La cama de Onetti tiene un colchón incómodo, con visceras de boxeadores y perdedores suicidas. Astilleros con esqueletos de habitantes de Santa María. La vida es un amuleto que ahuyenta viejas heridas, en la cama de Onetti me duermo con su postura de orfebrería.
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La combustión del beso Viento de despedida 80 sucios instantes Ejercer la calma
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Why?
Лунная Лапа
I was alone. I am alone. I will be alone. But why People always lie? I can't hear it Every time! And then They try to come Back. And i Don't understand it. Why?
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Forgiveness
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If it wasn't for you, I would have fought the wall to the pain. If you weren't mine, I'd die every night from losing blood. If it wasn't for your faith, I'd have given up a long time ago. If it were my will, I would stay with you forever. If you'd gone, I'd have been the old emptiness. You would have taken my heart, and instead of it there was an empty aperture. If it wasn't for you, I'd blazed in forgiveness. Would have burned to ashes, until ground, I would have until the last healing.
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