miércoles, 4 de febrero de 2009
THE WALKING
My walk is starting again, I watch the place where I am and look around but places which I don't recognize... the noise is annoying and the lights are... delightful, been lived in those dark ages seems to be so far away from now, but blood is always the same, hard and warm and the only way to be.
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