The look that gave him the mirror was not his but that of an elderly woman with wrinkles on the retina and lies hidden more behind. Probably due to heart that he had acquired in the previous week sales, and no innocent rotten table skirts, but appropriate (or not) to use that it would. However, since that day, the nights would become more sad and lonely, but that does not matter now.
now only concerns us now, now, now that it, which takes off her blouse and bends and then throw it away (far away), not looking where he fell or flew away. And
is naked and looks.
still be seen.
is analyzed syntactically. A compound sentence, complex as herself and as all.
be re look, he turned with eyes that are curious, dropping his eyelids slowly, as if each look naked body gave him to drink hemlock (like a nightingale that tender)
And at night you leave in the warmth of the shadows, without a collar to be grasped, fingers abandoned to their fate, which is none other than fall into the nostalgia (the face you or any other).
Nostalgia ... that fucking corner filling their nights, gets into the whiskey and make it bitter. Back beauty and wrinkle wrinkle dies, and with it any glimmer of innocence that had been glued to the tongue.
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