06.12.2006 BUENOS AIRES +++ Vistas De Una Ciudad |
| The city lies there, never dormant. Idea(l)s lost along the way, yet still they fly. Cannot resist. As usual: an endless fascination. Will it ever stop? If it does? Will it be a relief or something dearly missed? Forever lost: my rusted lust, lush the rust. A rush of lust runs through my city. |
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