I sing this poem to you ...
It's far away, far away from me, I can see that-I can see that -
sing for you this poem, which is epic and symphonic, whether epic or pathos, and logos that, if it is.
But no one comes,
No one comes,
Where are you? Where are you? What will make me Want to live?
leaves open the slot, so you can see, so you can see me . is just a hole, a small hole to pin prick as a seamstress and tailor the perfection with which he weaves your canvas. plot of a film screening in the first to be shot.
I sing this poem to me ...
so that you can. that poetry is for me, too. that poetry. that the house is not in Canada but is browned, you can slam your head if you do not close the door. that the glasses are broken among other things, that two are enough places to go and to come and that the trunk is not needed.
