Carnival of Harlequin by Joan Miro
The days are monotonous in nature, all have the same 24 hours, the same second I can not tell at this time. After Monday always follows on Tuesday and Saturday afternoon TV does not show anything promising.
had done 10-hour days and nights of 20. That could tear the minutes from Thursday, make a thousand pieces and give them feed the fish.
on Tuesday finally could put a grenade in his mouth to speak Monday that no more, and that Wednesday will be banned texts of letters bear killed in clusters of tombstones. If only
Friday were eternal and had the soul of a poem written from the threshold of hope ... but just discovered to our dismay, that your existentialist daybreak gray and I'll sleep. Yesterday
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