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Tendría bastante que escribir pero he de dejaros mas que silencio. Un silencio tan elusivo...


...Se ha perdido el último fragmento en gotas de rubí.



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Beware, dearest daughter, beware of the silent ones
The beautiful ones…
For now, they are all but whispers tempered within the edifice of time.
Beware, dearest daughter
For they are far less merciful… than I

Even in death, my spirit cries out for her
Weeping for the youth that was raped… the innocence that was defiled…
Her pale, child-like, porcelain face
Now shattered into a thousand tiny
Fragments of lifeless beauty… each reflecting its own horror
I laugh at the mockery and irony of fate…
For she spares no one as she dances hand in hand with time
She taunts us with her invisible smile
A smile which to me reflects only a masque
A masque which my face can no longer wear…

Beware, dearest daughter, beware of the silent ones
Beware, dearest daughter,
For they are far less merciful… than I

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