#agua viva

I divide thousands of times into as many times as the number of instants running by, fragmented as I am and the moments

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The eroticism inherent in living things is scattered through the air, in the sea, in the plants, in us, scattered in

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There’s something inside of me that hurts. Oh, how it hurts and how it screams for help. But tears aren’t there in the

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I hardly exist and if I do exist it’s with delicate care.

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What I write you has no beginning: it’s a continuation. From the words of this song, a song that’s mine and yours, there

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