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viernes
POEM
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I love my empty life 'cause also empty are the haunted houses where the dead saunter around with breeze-like feet and voices of drizz...
sábado
POEM
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Alone At the edge of my manifold shadow I saw the light That I'll never see (Lumière mariale) All boasting truth Ends up like those let...
viernes
POEM
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The March robin song signalling my renaissance from the last defeated renaissance. No more words that shine like a prop sun on the hor...
lunes
POEM
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Just now the sun extended to me a glass of elderberry wine. I shut the eyes and sipped and wassailed. I opened the eyes: the world ain'...
domingo
EPITAPH
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That no one loves you at this stage of life in any walk of life it does care less that the touch of violet waves back and forth in reverie...
lunes
KIKU-NERI
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The temple bell rings a cristaline sound like the mute whisper of the dead. Clouds of starling swirl in a glow as bright as the red flame ...
viernes
SHEBA
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The floor of Salomon's Palace was made of the most transparent glass. The Queen of Sheba- when visiting the Palace for the first time...
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