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domingo, marzo 04, 2012
Night in Wonderland
Wonders from your skin. Breathing fantasy of a country under a tree. Chasing a rabbit to find it in your hair, near your ear.
Night of beautiful white flowers painted red. Night in the eyes of knives with body cards.
Tea time for the two of us, to talk nonsense in ridiculous hats. And then disappear as the cat with funny face, back to reality.
That night at Wonderland, when I touched your hand near the beach of the walrus. When you were Alice under the sky. That time, when we went back to this world cover in beautiful stars.
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