siendo apuñalado en la espalda por un joven
que se come en mi mesa y toma parte de mi vino,
no es sino una parte triste de ser antigua y hermosa. bwahahaha!
My life's works are not limited to my arts & crafts, my prose & poetry. . . My life is enriched by the smiles, the tears, the handshakes, the pats on my back, and all the small gestures of the persons i meet everyday. . . My life is mine to live, and am living it. . .
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