Tuesday, January 5, 2010

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is perceived as an echo of his footsteps remote vestiges of the sound of hooves hitting, their helmets sprinkled foam beach. His figures crossed next, moved away, were dissolved in the bay and is the echo memory of its passage, passed, passed through here and the skyline. They made
dust on the mountains, roads; clear mane distinguished themselves in the distant night. The clenched metamorphosed into the night, the white spots of the pintos were swift maps. Bodies
enlightened by his mother, the ancient light bulb against the night shawl, seamstress spinning stars. Their snouts sharp
under maternal praise, passed, passed through here and the oblivion of forgetfulness shadows crossed the Dark Zone, the white-winged fly into the smoke.
I got names like humans, some have won the game, won honor and aura. Books galloped tournament, war, hunting, transportation, sculpted, dead, scattered in the field of battle on the hillside
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hungry men roasted their feet, passed, passed through here and honor and terror. Before the construction of castles, before the walls, before the crude houses before Adam and Eve, before the men.
In the immense silence of the world, the cosmos, from there they came, went, went away, energetic, decisive, burying helmets, the muscles of the legs strong, agile, mobile.
was away, faded into the smoky haze from the coast. The wind sore remember their names, saying the will with joy, nostalgia, compassion. Spread the words fall upon the sand reaches the parent sea, licking their paws, it takes them, stores them in her womb. Gobble
also Maiden's shoes Don Choke, my lord and master, the sword of Dreams ominous, devastating the labyrinth of his soul, it covers the skin of the Minotaur of its secrets. My master, who protect you in skirmishes, clashes, ambushes.
I called the beloved Nautilus, though a warrior, I am nostalgic like him. While grass, reminiscent of my old race when they were flesh, bone, muscle, natural.
passed, passed through here, "my master, their helmets sprinkled foam beach and galloped into the night more brown, to a hot tears of heaven.
The echo of his trot is heard at night at times when the bulb is cosmic in its full splendor. Pelicans moan, sword-fish, seahorses, dolphins arithmetic moan, groan herons, the girls who look at your face in the pond.
Yes, they went, were, were gone, save his shadow. Choke Don prayed to some nights, slow moan as if he had reached a spear in the neck, groaning for them, the other heroes, true, groans, moans, groans slow, while the gentleman thinks the shelter that its owner, Ocean Eye Lady, you can give and you put the blanket a caress in the hair that


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