December 2009
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La Creciente Corazon
How an eye sees bouquets and chocolates! All through the enlarging of breasts and the rooting of hair - - The thought of a perpetual condition; Desired yet eternal inescapability. A ball on Friday night, a movie on Saturday, a lunch on Sunday – Lost in the touch, the scent, the sight, the voice, the flavour - The Mind takes control. the heart is often left sour, in the corner of the world. ...
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“I’m tired, and have been awake for over two days now. I need some tomato...”