Saturday, January 23, 2010

Distances (6)

The exiles retreated to separate lands, once again bound by traditions and laws that encumbered their natural freedom. the philosopher and the companera immersed themselves in the shades of sunset, and there was no distinction between the invisible narrator, nostalgia and the fervour of revolt. The essence of distance was made whole by the necessity of closeness, and the hues smearing their faces bore the scent of fresh blood pouring from the laceration administered by justice.

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