Inside and outside the body
the trace of shadow and who is lucky
not sleeping not walk
it imposes a rate of spirith continued.
A slow breath without birds.
All times a feeling murmur of bilabial
the sound who whistled and bad way.
Ricard Mirabete (2008)
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