Arbol
periferia
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I go out to the neighborhood to hunt, the cold shaves me, the noise speeds me up. I walk around the place alienated and the beast blackened...
It is not me because I never wanted to be like that, nor is it true that
it is night again; The breeze enters my skull,
impermeable to love.
Periphery, paradise of the bards. Periphery!