Diarios de motocicleta

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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lilslicious January 30 2005, 03:07:39 UTC
you saw this without me!

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wordbooty January 30 2005, 03:09:52 UTC
Correction: I'm watching it without you. I found it online so I downloaded it. It's the only movie up for an Independent Spirit Award they didn't send me to vote on and I have to vote soon! It will be out in a couple weeks. I think you'd love it.

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