You do not see the gold filling in his molar Carol Watts, this is red 5 if the sunset is quiet skin do things rather have said press mouth to wall to hear the ordinary condition of existence field o’coin fear & fear & fear crying out for the dark in the unceasing sunrise poor eyes pouring sun & cloudless cartoons ceasing un. beautiful war beautiful hair beautiful beauty . creatures a sack o’them ... laughedereding & my poor fool is derd.
¿Qué me importan los fusiles? César Vallejo, 'Palmas y Guitarra'