A strange happiness
nuzzled her, recreating...

"There are the waves and there is the wind...
- Kuan Yin...

Amelie wrapped me up
in her French songs...

I drag my adorable flip flops and half a dozen...
along the corridor as my self-esteem expands...

She looks at him,
despising the hours...

Nobody could visit Pablo Neruda's house
after his death in Isla Negra...

Ora le le o!
When she looks in her golden mirror...

Iansan
Lady of the Winds...

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I am pregnant with different people...

It was too late
when she got the phone...

I stole the arms of the clock:
the hours can't overflow and engulf me anymore...

I could tell you that everything will work out. I...
I know there are things that happen to get us out...