¿Qué fue de ese poema que no pude atrapar, el que pasó rengueando frente a mí con las alitas rotas?

miércoles, diciembre 30, 2009

Day after day alone on the hill, the man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still but nobody wants to know him, they can see that he's just a fool and he never gives an answer... But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down and the eyes in his head see the world spinning around...

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