The clock does not advance
The time has stopped
My old clothes are kept
but yo I've been here.
apple trees of the garden is preserved
murtas and continue as aromatizing
roses always remain where
and Ivy is growing steadily.
I wake up late and raining
five o'clock and it is night.
The eternal smell of wood floods everything
as ten
cincuencia
hundred years ago.
Business as
very well
too well
Watch confirms it presence
where ever ...
... and as always.
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