V. A, with all that I did not tell
man ray - tears (1930)
What will that every day makes me find the strength to get out of my bed, in the twilight of my corner of the world that belongs only to me ? I wonder, I wonder all the time, I am tortured, haunted me. Spine brain. Synapses quick and painless. And the key? Yeah, Dov 'is the key? Someone threw it away, it was me. The birds are confused card once again in black. Remember the vortex? Remember the fog? Remember the smell of corn? Of course, you always remember everything, but the memory is not alive or turns or takes shape in you. And the grass grows tall on your pages: breathe!
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