La más fina creación de un genio, como el señor Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, el canto coral a la tempestad interna que evocan los cuervos, funeral incompleto por que te lleva la muerte, conciencia de voces cantando al infinito horizonte oblicuo circundando la mirada paralizada de sus ojos gaseosos esposados a la cara seca, a la piel que se desintegra lentamente se la lleva el viento que la noche levanta para que sientas la ausencia que brota, al momento ya no es su cuerpo, esta alejándose porque es el único destino color gris como cuando el doctor tuvo el turno de cortar el cordón umbilical que te unía a tu madre, porque ahora es el turno de Dios y despedirte del planeta, las estrellas, de tus hijos ))) .
The thinnest creation of a genius, as the gentleman Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, the singing coral to the internal tempest that there evoke the ravens, incomplete funeral for which it takes the death to you, conscience of voices singing to the infinite oblique horizon surrounding the look paralyzed of his gaseous eyes handcuffed to the dry face, to the skin that disintegrates slowly is removed by the wind that the night it raises in order that you sit the absence that appears, to the moment already it is not his body, this one moving away because it is the only target gray color like when the doctor had the shift cut the umbilical cord that was joining your mother, because now it is the God's shift and to say goodbye of the planet, the stars, of your children ))) .
The thinnest creation of a genius, as the gentleman Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, the singing coral to the internal tempest that there evoke the ravens, incomplete funeral for which it takes the death to you, conscience of voices singing to the infinite oblique horizon surrounding the look paralyzed of his gaseous eyes handcuffed to the dry face, to the skin that disintegrates slowly is removed by the wind that the night it raises in order that you sit the absence that appears, to the moment already it is not his body, this one moving away because it is the only target gray color like when the doctor had the shift cut the umbilical cord that was joining your mother, because now it is the God's shift and to say goodbye of the planet, the stars, of your children ))) .
Mozart: Requiem, Exsultate Jubilate (XVIII Century)
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