Jan 29, 2005 20:40
On the boat I heard the moist slap of bare feet and foresaw faces dark with hunger.
My heart was a pendulum between her and the street.
I don't know what strength broke me free from her eyes, loose from her arms.
She remained clouded by tears, her anguish hidden by the rain.
-Ché Guevara
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