Some guys are stripes on a portal. Then disappear. In the morning, a few broken toys, trading cards change, children's books, next to a container.
infinite loneliness. Miguel, we have been just you and me, knowing this truth terrifying and beautiful.
Ya, ya, you're not alone, but I do, alone with people around, but nobody follows me in the hole in the soul more than my love imperturbable. What I can do? Will descend into the abyss or to stay between the earth removed by rain, blood or climb into the sky ...
Oh Michael, this ray you listed, it is trueor that does not stop, the switch turns off, but it's nice purity of feeling, the awesomeness of something that is above our heads, over the possible and the impossible, necessary and contingent. The only love that is love. The eternal beam.
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