The whiteness of the page is at the time a breath so confused and weak as the dawn. Only in the second empty dawn of effects may suggest the loneliness of terror around the dock there in a heartbeat simple peep, only equal smoothness, hence, where wandering acuity complicated, you can hand draw the deep double appearance of the word poetry.
Sly and Facundo, visible and invisible, turned to the dark and into the light. What indiscreet apathy, going far beyond his naked loneliness, and yet, being so difficult to live there with bias which would, returned the amazing time of their initial episodes:
go naked from one room to another, asleep, to believe, through a circle, shaking the rain against the coppery leaves of the trees.
Ismael de Argentina-
