lunes, 9 de abril de 2012

Sarah Kane

Sometimes I turn around and catch the smell of you and I cannot go on I cannot fucking go on without expressing this terrible so fucking awful physical aching fucking longing I have for you. And I cannot believe that I can feel this for you... and you feel nothing. Do you feel nothing?  And I go out at six in the morning and start my search for you. If I've dreamt a message of a street or a pub or a station I go there. And I wait for you.


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Florencia Abadi

desamor –qué raro sería, le digo, muchas vidas que se vuelvan lúcidas a la vez una lluvia que dé señales más claras– hablar me avergüenza de...

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