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Me puse a ver este atardecer cuyo color escarlata llenaba la aurora, un ardiente sol iluminaba los vestigios y ruinas de nuestras ya muertas culturas humanas, oh como anhelo haber visto como incoaron nuestras propias a materializarse, y estas condensarse para crear lo que imaginamos y deseamos. Respiré este aire, terrenal, con un olor a ceniza fría. Me llamo Fides, tal vez yo sea el ...
Me puse a ver este atardecer cuyo color escarlata llenaba la aurora, un ardiente sol iluminaba los vestigios y ruinas de nuestras ya muertas culturas humanas, oh como anhelo haber visto como incoaron nuestras propias a materializarse, y estas condensarse para crear lo que imaginamos y deseamos. Respiré este aire, terrenal, con un olor a ceniza fría. Me llamo Fides, tal vez yo sea el ...
I laugh at the beginning,I laugh at the end,I laugh at a birth,I laugh at a death. I laugh at the humour,Shown by Him,I laugh at the sorrow,Caused by Him,I laugh at the word of the law,Spelled all wrong,I laugh at the mighty storm,Held in my palmI laugh at the differences,Between everything,I laugh at the samenessIn the remaining. I laugh at the Gods,They laugh with me.What are we, If not them?I...
The sun was rising. They were ready. Everything was planned out. Their vehicle: a little wooden car resting on rail road tracks. Its engine was a large white sail they had found on their trip inside an old hut they were spending the night in. It had been a lot of work. And a lot of time. It had been two years now since they had left their homes forever to go to the place. They were lucky: this was...