First Day
In this moment I’ve woken up
Under a grey bridge in a white city
That I know is unknown to me.
The street littered with black cats
Because the storm is coming.
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In this moment I’ve woken up
Under a grey bridge in a white city
That I know is unknown to me.
The street littered with black cats
Because the storm is coming.
My revered friend and esteemed colleague of ten years: a brightly decorated commander from the Military Council of Special Joint Affairs, a quite majestic, numinous branch, was wearing his prized plastic beige-to- aubergine sombrero,... Continue →