But perhaps not even that. Maybe it's that Alejandra arrived at this moment, like a wound that has not really healed. She is like the viento que  the 
, after all. She is the fear, terror, the night. 
 Soles  negros. And Paris below, which perhaps gives the same concern with Rowan. The same cruel innocence 
 Ash. 
 Hermosura 
. And senseless murder.  But it's also a woman. In addition to all this. 
 And maybe that's why I see it as a mirror of what is not - of what I lost. Ever had. 
 (rather than later. This is the pain. Nothing you could ever wish for.) 
 
 we read in English-Americaniori viola. * Rolling eyes * E-Invece, sono qui da niente Scrivere sew. E Invece, I'm just spostare gli occhi fuori dalla finestra. A fissarli nel sky. 
 Grigio. 
 Chiaro. Come  dicevo, il cervello if inceppa. * Rolling eyes *  -E if rinuncia anche a trovare a chiusura. * Rolling eyes *  
- [Poi però della raccolta apri the Pizarnik.  Page to case, an important delle segnatamente dall'orecchia. 
 
 
 
 
   The wind and rain wiped 
 me like a fire, like a poem written on a wall 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 (Il vento e la pioggia my cancellarono 
 Fossi eat is a fuoco , a poetry wall 
 Scritta sul) C
 
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