Wednesday, October 28, 2009

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Let's run until our breath comes
Shortly and we bend and twist
As if it will help the process.

Let's fight as if we were
Great Matadors taking the life
Of the honorable and innocent bull.

Let's taste the nectar life offers
Like it were a rare wine
Left in the cellar to be found
By an unexpected pilgrim.

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