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between the shocked furniture of the room. And it’s useless to ask him for help because, mute, standing at the window, he pledged his word to death. The naming of his life abandoned, he no longer hears like stones drowned by surrounding sand. While the room is disorganised, meticulously desperate, everything a empts to surround us like an arch descending without falling, a visible hole, a covered signal before no-one is le . But he who lives nowhere is the border. Isolated by his own name, complete on the couch, broken outside of nature, someone calls out to him and he turns his head to look at us, the past rolls away the clock and he snaps back, sunstruck fi xing his eyes, before the window detaches, leopoldo castilla 69
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the world leaves his mind like a slow-fading moon. The dead man spreading deep presence from far off ; the movement of a leaf, the knocking over of a glass of water, the windless opening of a door to say goodbye in hopeless light, the population of his fi ve senses, and the return of an a ernoon to a lover, blood to the son, emptiness to the mother, returns his name to enemies. Desire touches the soulless hairs of a sleeping woman. So, objects sob with future sterility, and a house fi lled with premonitions, suff ocates in a storm. Suddenly, everything ceases. And it is he who falls into dimensions, a droplet, disoriented at the border of a table, 70 leopoldocastilla

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the world leaves his mind like a slow-fading moon.

The dead man spreading deep presence from far off ; the movement of a leaf, the knocking over of a glass of water, the windless opening of a door to say goodbye in hopeless light, the population of his fi ve senses, and the return of an a ernoon to a lover, blood to the son, emptiness to the mother, returns his name to enemies.

Desire touches the soulless hairs of a sleeping woman. So, objects sob with future sterility, and a house fi lled with premonitions, suff ocates in a storm.

Suddenly, everything ceases. And it is he who falls into dimensions, a droplet, disoriented at the border of a table,

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