Sunday, November 07, 2004

 

Dada, dada, dada

I just want to unplug myself from this reality. I don't want to even think about what is going to happen in the next your years. I want to be swept away into Dada discourse to escape this surrealist nightmare.

 

Quiero regresar

Quiero regresar a mi ciudad. Quiero caminar por sus calles y mirar sus arboles. Quiero deambular por sus jardines. Quiero ver en el presente mi pasado. Quiero volver.


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