tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980925117058329093.post6881172952239015689..comments2022-06-08T00:19:23.605-07:00Comments on le idee di io: Carta a una mujer siempre amadaiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10939132488050204097noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980925117058329093.post-26736855329970249062022-06-06T12:07:42.244-07:002022-06-06T12:07:42.244-07:00Una morte che a volte non ricordoUna morte che a volte non ricordoiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11868207289625355141noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980925117058329093.post-69497233859120512442022-03-13T04:45:24.939-07:002022-03-13T04:45:24.939-07:00Don't try. Don't wait. Don't escape. D...Don't try. Don't wait. Don't escape. Don't revive and don't survive. Death comes whenever she pleases and you'll never know if it's Her,if it's now and there as you presumed. The only thing you could perhaps be able to feel is the absence of vibration in that little life of yours, all the characters and moments included. Well, if it's that way, then She already came and you cannot stop it. Die with Death, then.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980925117058329093.post-68203930245931427382022-02-25T10:57:54.832-08:002022-02-25T10:57:54.832-08:00Ese día ya llegó.
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Es una muerte lenta y un día...Ese día ya llegó.<br />...<br />Es una muerte lenta y un día largo, largo, muy largo, signorina Butterfly! <br />iohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11868207289625355141noreply@blogger.com