Wednesday, December 9, 2009


Since the time when the Man stopped the drinking of the Dos Perros, my life has become a barren unceasing march across the desolate, burning sands of time. The thirst I feel is too much to say, but if only tiny, small drops of Dos Perros were to fall from heaven and touch my sweet little lips. Sigh. My thirst would be quenched for all time.