jueves, 22 de septiembre de 2011

El Libro de Hoy

- Fleshy... I like that word.
- Why?
- Because is... fleshy.
- Uhm?

While the boy walks away, the man stands behind and looks the vast field, the green grass whispering.

"So, I'm flesh and bones, and as them I will become dust, and I will feel nothing... nothing at all."
El Libro de Hoy

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