You might possibly see a rosary of pearls. Little tongues crossing his beard.

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cubren las sábanas tu cuerpo quieto
como cuando el amor nos trasladaba
al sueño de sabernos
afortunados

ahora ignoro quién
permanece en vigilia

Juan Planas Bennásar

If I could for a minute, succumb to the disaster of everyday, to let me go, let of cling to... I guess it would be possible to crash with one of the strangers that I cross by the street and have a premonition of happiness. But now, it’s sure that I can’t, and probably that’s why one ghost comes every night to rock my stupid guilt, and why its way’s a ring of fire. And when I finally sleep it’s always the same dream, sand falling fast in a glass bell. The sand very clean, the glass so weak.

Current mood: your face around mi pillow