A menudo obtusos sueños me atraen al piso con violencia. Utopista en el fondo, me atavió de un poderoso pesimismo que atraviesa el incordio; el error es recurrente, la locura un lÃmite liberador, la poesÃa un mal necesario, la música el remedio
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