It's like when you forget to remove the propaganda to stop fucking with the car's windshield, makes a sound nervous. The weather man announced pectoral storm. And you are correct. Little by little we are sinking in the quicksand of the city. There is none who stand here. And the Mediterranean is the sea of \u200b\u200bBiscay. Not impressed castles, and watchtowers. He goes to his own. Bring your own pace. I wonder if I could one day rule the birds in your head. Could reach up through the curls in your hair like a spiral staircase. And then if you want me and I fall face down on the pavement. If I say yes, draw strength. If I say go ahead, I surrender to your feet. The months spent with the same frequency as the tram. And at least five minutes a day I miss Tirso, Montera, the Pilar. I moved there myself with the stocks of your eyes.
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