Esto quiere ser un diaro de viaje, las burbujas de una vida, de muchas vidas.
Recuerdos futuros y presentes ya pasados.
giovedì 10 febbraio 2011
A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
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