Plano como la tierra y el mundo
rodó por la cuesta del sol hacia la luna.
Descansó el universo su sinsentido.
A veces, los martes, no se asientan ni así.
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Flat as the earth and the world
spinning up hill the sun toward the moon.
The Universe rested its mindlesless.
Sometimes, Tuedays, don’t even settle with that.
(Regalo de Angeldust.
A veces brigadista, otras travesura.)
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Flat as the earth and the world
spinning up hill the sun toward the moon.
The Universe rested its mindlesless.
Sometimes, Tuedays, don’t even settle with that.
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