This is writing that doesn't fit into any particular category. It's not prose and it's not quite poetry. It's not quite sane but it's something healthy. Not all of us have it figured out. I sure as hell don't. It's a series of locutions on madness and locura.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
I know not why
I have become a true enemy of death I know not for why I have thought otherwise
Ya soy enemigo verdadero de la muerte No sé por qué pensaba otra cosa
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