lost.

lost.

A Story by poetemaudite+

los  viejos amigos y las tardes que se opacan

tratan de dibujarse como terciopelo blanco,

empañadas como este espejo.

 

 

© 2008 poetemaudite+


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I thought the work was going to be in english because of the title but it still good, good job on it... kept the good work.

Posted 14 Years Ago

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 Added on October 8, 2008

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Bogotà, Colombia



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�Poete Maudite�.. how can i say ? a little anxious, a little paranoid but is only for the bad times , terrible fear.. but i know something important: i know how is a dream and.. more..

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