miércoles, 30 de julio de 2003

Today I smoked again in my room. I can still see it now, the smoke claiming his mastery over the air of the room,
which now looks delicately pale, forming spirals that rapidly change to forms with no name.
No need to say why I started smoking again in this little piece of land that I call my room. Like the smoke and its
nameless shapes, my life looks again for a name, for a space.

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