All these accidents
that happen,
follow the dot,
coincidence
makes sense
only with you,
you don't have to speak,
I feel
emotional landscapes,
they puzzle me,
then the riddle gets solved
and you push me up to this
state of emergency,
how beautiful to be,
state of emergency
is where I want to be.
miércoles, 4 de julio de 2007
Dos deseos
Que la estepa de la incertidumbre sea la impronta de nuestra libertad sonora y no viceversa.
Que nos acune el océano hasta no precisar huir de nosotros mismos tan celestes, ni tan fugitivos.
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