and I'm struck by the sweet smell of flowers mingled with that of death.
A public dormitory, a hotel in hours where the occupants, stretched, divided - into two - the same numbered rooms, illuminated flower cushions laid on fake marble capitals, which would give the place a solemn elegance on a budget, instead of appear to be a bit jarring notes' kitsch.
bright eyes and red, hugs close in parkas, hugs ever data; acquaintances ever known, they move together with the staff. Distinguish from the first seconds, the speed of the pitch: the second move with consumption habit in a place that belongs to him, acquired the necessary detachment, the first, almost disoriented in a place that would not belong to him ever.
Voices in the corridor, "the cards ... Do you have the sheet? We can close it ...". A man with a briefcase me passing. After a while the noise of electric like the lament of the wood where the screws sticking on the edge of the coffin ... no one will see again as you were today.
A public dormitory, a hotel in hours where the occupants, stretched, divided - into two - the same numbered rooms, illuminated flower cushions laid on fake marble capitals, which would give the place a solemn elegance on a budget, instead of appear to be a bit jarring notes' kitsch.
bright eyes and red, hugs close in parkas, hugs ever data; acquaintances ever known, they move together with the staff. Distinguish from the first seconds, the speed of the pitch: the second move with consumption habit in a place that belongs to him, acquired the necessary detachment, the first, almost disoriented in a place that would not belong to him ever.
Voices in the corridor, "the cards ... Do you have the sheet? We can close it ...". A man with a briefcase me passing. After a while the noise of electric like the lament of the wood where the screws sticking on the edge of the coffin ... no one will see again as you were today.
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