lunes, 31 de enero de 2011

tienen todo el intermedio las selvas.



Halfway down is all forest and cocytus winds through the dark licking its banks.
Still if love torments you so much and so much need if you will go will go beyond the limit understand what you must do before hand hidden in the thick of a certain tree is a bough made of gold and its leaves and pliable twigs are made of it too.
before one comes to the first black cataracts and trees that back the intelligences of trees.



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