"An Andalusian Dog" strayed on the street, with dark clouds passing over the tip of the moon, we picked up the passing dreams and felt distressed. Three hours, six years later, sixteen years ago, early morning and spring. Without showing his head, he cut his hands and stretched out to the ground, attracting onlookers, shock and gossip. Only she stayed in time, put her life on the line, and collected it in a box, black and white, silent and trick-or-treating. It may be powerless, but the ants will devour themselves. Religion, police, old people, move with a lucid dream, little by little. The knight collapsed on the road and was taken in by love, but the butterfly did not flap its wings. Wake up, on the seaside under the sun, there are two upright corpses left on the ground, a man and a woman, and an unfinished dream. The clocks go to the same beat The night is adorned with the same stars I left your side I love you, but you don't know that I have forgotten your eyes Your hair and soft hands I only leave you on my forehead A kiss like a butterfly - Lorca's "Love Poem"
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