The night tends is much
disclosed pending the soul is disturbed
silent mysteries of life, or maybe
than it ever has lived, or simply
concerned than ever live.
found those eyes, always startled
, huge, full moon
, loneliness
confusing while trying to understand if you can
understand the impossible,
irremediable misery of unhappy beings.
Fruity, embalm
senses at night, in the skins of unsatisfied desire
burning, waiting
always open mouth
claiming she does not know, can not, and maybe you should not ...
& # 160; , & # 160; Susana Micone
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