On Saturday the moon was so great that he looked up years in the face. We had done the night on the road. And just find us on the old railway bridge looking from the top to the beach Artedo. Derailed on the narrow way, as if it were a sideshow attraction in a traveling circus in town. That day the tides are sluggish first but endless dragging on the docks, then dismissive and distant as if running behind horizon. Things of influence and the whims of the moon. It had been a lovely day. The gorse flourished along the entire river. The fledgling station splashed with yellow spine of the serpent lazy. Jaime Sabines said that a few drops of moon in the eyes of the elders help to die well. That big moon binge put to Saturday closure of excess spring, a joy in excess, a death round. For many years that the satellite is not coming to Antojanes of our homes and had all winter that the sun does not spring from the floor.
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