Y nada es un consuelo.
You just think about the feeling when have this body in front of you,
and then the other part of your brain ulls you to think that you just are not
able to. And that kills.
And you slip the curtain, and see these pigeons flirting
next your window, and you realize that they’re more capable tan you, so they
beat you this time. The next thought is that you’re antinatural, or just human.
Es solo resaca de final de semestre.
Y además escribe. Y escribe bien. Me gustan tus textos y disfruto la acidéz natural que destilan. Un placer verdadero encontrarla.
ResponderEliminarMuchas gracias, placer me da que por lo menos alguien se sienta familiarizado con lo que digo.
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