Wednesday, April 15, 2015
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46. Se quema el cielo. Waste Land.
April is the cruelest month.
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
T.S. Eliot
Monday, April 6, 2015
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