Vincent travels towards a nascent depth
Freire wakes up me, if I dreamt to sleep
Judt indicates me some ways to walking
Lou kicks my world of sattelites of love
Arendt descrives hugs of friend relationship
Dining among the stones of hate thrown
Two languages to translate love, learning
two languages to hidden cataclysm of lies
El Roto breaks flags, waved from unreason
Yorker draws office to numbered beings
George rests without sharing his Catalonia love
A perfect day borns between knives if you fight
Wall will be destroyed writing from sad paralysis
They inspect in a perfect world of pipes of shits
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