Encima del queso de Burgos, mi casa, de madera con solo una ventana. Todo huele a queso, es todo claridad, y por la ventana, sale un vaho negro, denso, gritos mudos. Su pelo rojo vuela en el silencio del blanco. Quiero gritar, no puedo, quiero salvarla, no puedo, quiero quiero quiero.
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On top of the fresh cheese, my house, made of wood with one only window. There is cheese smell everywhere, everything is clarity, and by the window a black, thick steam goes out, dumb shouts. Her red hair flies in the silence of the white. I want to scream; I cannot; I want to save her, I cannot, and I want want want