wish transmuted into a human lightning, a lightning strike me dead with his eyes, living, a being made of fire, live, live, pure fire capable of acting at infinity on a multitude of dead faces, to deploy light amid the darkness of the bodies that populate the cities, to destroy everything in a thunder of fingers dancing over the abyss with nothing to sustain it. I want a rebel gust of pure spirit transferred to the lungs, a hurricane through it all, everything, everything, my whole world, to be able to work the disaster, catapum!, Wonderful, and capable of being lost in the irrational , a dip in the magic, chance, crazy horse, runaway horse, untamed falcon.
Gastañeta By Sofia Tudela.
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