By Bernardo Reyes (7 Tues 2011)
One day more days than other days, he left the church forever and thought l to wisdom comes when we no longer useless .* rubs
After that time it seemed lost, the anger, the memory of lips that never learned to kiss and take her vows.
And another thought from the cavity of the unfathomable void, where I thought I heard a voice. "I'm
heard Nirvana.
-Sleep and your stroke, the lightning moved from your childhood, the wonder, the memory of severed female and bites you open your brains and your dreams for a time without time-
life's religion was a religion absurd. Was basically always repeat the same routine of memories and hatreds. And from each other, penance, prophets apocryphal readings, and persistent boredom.
So he was reunited with her when she had forgotten rosaries and mantras in a town like Cherquenco:
-I have only customers, "said Magdalena Kamala, the blonde nymph received with disdain on the freshly cut bouquet of sonnets he wore as a gift. He still remembered as before, when the dock was a flight to escape death, with all the gods in awe.
was, indeed, a strange day. She dried her tears, tired of remembering. And no longer could find, which no longer existed.
look between the two was enough to found the cult of hatred.
(* Gabriel Garcia Marquez? Fito Paez?)
Picture "Buddha's Footprint", taken from wikipedia.
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