" […] it clutched the light, the hallow bright
above my brother, I and tangled spines
we smoked the screen to make it what it was to be
now to know it in my memory:
…and at once I knew I was not magnificent
high above the highway aisle
(jagged vacance, thick with ice)
I could see for miles, miles, miles"
un fragmento de Halocene by Bon Iver
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Acabo de darme cuenta de que sólo escribes los días 26. Estoy en shock.
ResponderEliminarAún estamos a tiempo de publicar algo para el 26 de Abril. Aún lo estoy esperando. Ay.
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