
Calendar of an Invisible April
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The wind was whistling continuously, it was getting darker, and that distant voice was incessantly reaching my ears : "an entire life"... "an entire life"... On the opposite wall, the shadows of the trees were playing cinema
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| It seems that somewhere people are celebrating; although there are no houses or human beings I can listen to guitars and other laughter's which are not nearby Maybe far away, within the ashes of heavens Andromeda, the Bear, or the Virgin... I wonder; is loneliness the same, all over the
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| Almond-shaped, elongated eyes, lips; perfumes stemming from a premature sky of great feminine delicacy and fatal drunkenness. I leant on my side -almost fell- onto the hymns to the Virgin and the cold of spacious gardens. Prepared for the worst.
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Friday, 10cLATE MIDNIGHT my room is moving in the neighborhood shining like an emerald. Someone searches it, but truth eludes him constantly. How to imagine that it is placed lower Much lower That death too, has its own Red sea.
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