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Now, alone, was allowed think of the stranger, rescuing the purgatory of the spirit, taking his hand crisp dust and ash, crumbled fleeting contact with each wind. Surprised by the emptiness of their orbits, pure ivory bone ... these holes did not know where they settled some day, two virtues that time and forgotten, stacked one above the other one and again, and both turn on him, managed to quell ... piled on each other over and over again, and both turn on him, managed to evaporate the sea. Not all sun, no moon, nor fatal cataclysm capable of whipping the body surface or may someday evaporate the water, but she only got it, and condensed on all their joys, and in some other time, someone else before it crashed on the floor full ebony an empty room where a bed hungry opened her mouth and devoured, body and soul and shade during nights, nights seemed like days, days that were not made on the horizon faded sheets, days que la ajaban y le rajaban la barriga, dejando salir sus adentro, todos los días. Y el olor… los olores, sus manos… esas noches malditas de días sin fin. Cada inspiración lo traía de vuelta. Cada escalofrío lo traía de vuelta. La noche era la traidora que lo traía de vuelta. Y ella no supo prepararse para la defensa. Los cascabeles en las puertas animaban al viento que bailaba con las cortinas en su merodeo por los pasillos vacíos y ecoicos, donde los pasos de dos zapatos se multiplicaban y daban la impresión de reflejar la marcha de batallones inmensos alineándose al otro lado de la puerta, centenares de invisibilidades cargadas todas de reflejos, preguntas y malas noticias… Voces rebosantes de malas noticias; voces que no la extrañaban en el inusual silencio de la festividad que rodeaba como un lazo su más reciente adquisición. Ahora, sola, se regresaba a esos días de presente sin futuro, mientras descifraba esta nueva visión apostada ante sus ojos. Volvía a reproducir los indescriptiblemente lánguidos enfrentamientos sin anestesia, la síntesis insoportable de la piel de un cuerpo sobre la piel de un cuerpo, ambos inanimados, buscando beber del otro de la manera más caníbal the redemption of the listless life, the atonement that the books of all mysticism cradled in the awesome loneliness, that could never take advantage as the black veil that blinds quickly and leaves in the vacuum means personality, leaving everyone to drift (to move on), but blindfolded. Repeated wheezing pleading that strongly tied to his lips, making kissing more insulation, distant, selfish, grasping of bitter words and cryptic phrases that put together could not decipher because they failed to say them to other ears that were not own, contemplating naked and as lonely as before I started or born, more vulnerable than before to understand that the world does not accommodate without them disposed of their bodies to break their souls and compromise their freedom of non-deities, ephemeral and deadly. Now, alone, thought of the former contents of two orbits before it lacked inert sense for a moment, then embraced the peace that inspired him to be direct sea gates, the only uterus held her for many millennia, before delivering his earthly form and view birth. She willed by the sea in the sea to the sea from sea to sea to sea. Loved him with the only shameless accomplice of his shame, and left in the sea, the deepest grave of its precious secret. And looked back at the dusty remains of the bones of the hand Cinderella, submerged in the salt water, the thought of thought, now alone, now and single, and allowed pequeñoy saved in that fragmented now, and let ; his hand and let him sink one last time.
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