Crónicas Baggetts # 9
The rise of the night Walker…
“She had nut painted arms
That were hers to keep
And in here fear
She sought cracked pleasures
The passion of lovers is for death said she
Liked her lips
And turned to feather”
“¿Quién puede Controlar el destino?”
(William Shakespeare. Otelo)
“The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers…
And he said: I don’t wanna talk about…
And she said: I know…
So… They were not dead… they’d gone to ground.”
“¡Nunca… nunca más!”
(Edgar Allan Poe. El cuervo)
Acto 9 de las Cónicas Baggetts.
Making love with ego…
Save me to the infection!!!!
When the kids had killed the love…
Nothing better to do…
So… cry, cry… little fly… the spider need’s to eat.
To death…
God bye San Juan knights!!!!! God bye strange of “Pozos”, a beautiful night mare, god bye my love.
(Concluyen “Las Crónicas Baggetts en la próxima entrega)
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