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(May 2007)
The westwinds blow again.
The spring's haze of Gijon becomes the city in an angel of vaporous vagina.
A beautiful blue-eyed angel.
All i want is to cry...
Which is that movie where the protagonist says "We'll always have Paris..."..?
Today i decided to eat a can of caviar with a tetra-brik of wine of one €: the wine's cold and i drank it in one go.
...Tipsy, my mind lays into the dustbin...i'm a novel of François Sagan.
I'm a spectrum in old photographs...
...Now the city is a white monstrosity.
The mist from Avalon gets thicker.
Like a woman who doesn't allow to be embraced or loved.
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