Van Gogh had met today March 30 hundred-odd years that was stolen. If Van Gogh
return, again give his name to the mother and cobijaría her belly as if he himself had fathered. Deambularía their grief and subversive speech live on the ears of the sleeping body and black miners. Paint my grief, and yours, and the universe and call it depression but no leakage of landscape, or simply, sadness, soul ingredient Sunday.
Yes, Vincent ...
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