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I would like to get dirty slowly, precious useless angel slow sun fire where the water rests with me and caress the song of the skin. A watch made of honey with the hours marked by a warm wind shadows of cicadas silence of the prickly pear in an orange that stings the loneliness.
What does it mean today: "there is no hurry"? In the obsession of t...