De Baran left a mark and above all that rain. Latif looks to leave with peace in the face of a friend for nothing. Do not know who said pain. Maybe also pain, but above all peace. Love for nothing, although no free love, and I turn to you, in your own words, know what to apply. I wonder if both do it absorbs me, kissing hands , look at a whirling dervishes, have eyes like insects. And maybe I absorbed and what actually happens is that I lay back. Maybe what I thought the straight face watching quiet Latif Baran leave is just another one of those loops in the air that lead to nothing, is nothing but a false sense of perfect geometry (and I now address you with this) on the ground pretending to pedestrian crossings. I mean that one believes in this linearity learned in a place that is not it, believe in straight lines always open forward and one day, just because it rains or the snow level is two hundred meters or because "I borsch was fire had done to Horacio ", or as opening the closet breakfast discover that you forgot to buy coffee, or because the bathroom and mirrors that will not feel dirty but everything smells of disinfectant, you realize absolute stillness of everything is a point on the ground, one thing still does not move forward, that maybe does not mean that free love grow, that maybe there is no linearity to the peace gesture Latif, war and peace but at the same time that each statement contains its opposite, everything is multiplied in opposite directions as in the roots of verbs triliteral Arabs. Songs hear for sad Women knowing that music gave me just to give me a title, to say "someone wrote music for you and I have found." I doubt. I think everything is the fault of the nights, and days I go back, back, involution.
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