Como el viento sin alas encerrado en mis ojos
es la llamada de la muerte.
Sólo un ángel me enlazará al sol.
Dónde el ángel,
dónde su palabra.
Oh perforar con vino la suave necesidad de ser.
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- ruthless compassion (
aroraborealis) wrote,
ruthless compassion
aroraborealis
Fiesta en el Vacío
Como el viento sin alas encerrado en mis ojos
es la llamada de la muerte.
Sólo un ángel me enlazará al sol.
Dónde el ángel,
dónde su palabra.
Oh perforar con vino la suave necesidad de ser.
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