tzarowski @ 2006-10-30T12: 34:00
Inspira. Breathe. Inspire ... Breathe. Look at the clock
meantime.
Hear the bells of the cathedral which marks the passage of time.
Time passes and does not return.
The ice melt in the drinks and the cigar you consume, sandals
your life in a paper booklet and the nose you get the hours that no one will return.
Time passes and does not return.
Run the clock impatiently, wild and furious does not stop. And I merciless
steps every minute. And only you were
dueñx of your time.
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