days ago came the winter. As beardless, white, cold and rainy, but I read that the spring frolics on the Andalusian countryside with almond blossom. I do not understand these crazy times that roll around with a scarf covered my feelings because they like to mark the seasons. Walking together from the sea in summer, melting of the soul in the spring, the dried leaf in my hands that fall so romantic whim, and cherish memories when the fields are ravaged by ice and fog.
premiered a year yesterday on my pages as the echo of artifice and streamers tag was erased by a sweeper with sleep eyes. Alcohol was raging through the silent streets vomited with laughter and youth. My dog \u200b\u200band I traspasábamos aphasia with singing in the rain spring birds clueless about ignoring it was January and not March.
These crazy times that drag us from here to there without restraint or reason, sometimes so extravagant and illiterate that halts instead of rhythmic and wise men seem destined crushed between its sharp teeth.
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