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to stand ended with finding a nearby wall on which to support the weight of his body and his hopes dashed.

trust is what is ephemeral existence in the memory of a bird of passage ... then forget the sketches of poems written between blots years ago:

And so, it might in an afternoon

of still and watch the ground screaming

sand pockets and a tenuous balancing

to cut surplus names in your mind

you review my letter and smile for you with little desire

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to meet and shake your bags

past routines while the needles fall off and the brightness of glass that blurs

while stroking away that old guitar while cooing

future with a slight look

I tired to drive out the darkness of the absent

as did so many hours and make more tomorrow

without knowing that the silence of the weak

while, I completely consume

;

... Those were evenings clocks stopped and silenced voices to the beat of a pendulum. She had reCongress to review your home and each time, he erased his memories, snatching beats present. And without a place most dear in the past, hardly retain his place in the future may be too uncertain.

The sentence: Death does not come with old age but with forgetting - Gabriel García Márquez