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.
jueves, 19 de julio de 2007
Súbito
Buscaba algún lugar donde anclarme, una roca, un hombre, una canción.
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no te pretendas sedentaria
tus alas te lo impiden...
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