With his guide to the Ziph language, and with the death of a Savoyard organ-grinder’s white mouse, of which he was probably not the author in any sense.
Putting together an organ-song based on “Gacela del amor imprevisto” late last night, the question did cross my mind: Nadie comprendía el perfume de la oscura magnolia de tu vientre. Nadie sabía que martirizabas un colibrí de amor entre los dientes. Mil caballitos persas se dormían en la plaza con luna de tu frente, mientras…
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