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Heaven in my pocket
El cielo en mi bolsillo While death is given to us we are building life fictions and myths that we call history nothing is a bitch who hides for money and all our ideas are it daughters reality is a dangerous game and fate is a swindle a slap is a kiss between two hands […]
The Date
Nothing can be done. Useless to keep up appearances. Just imagining you drives me wild. It leaves me this way, my face burning and my feet in puddles, breathless, without music, without anything. Coral Troncoso