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.

lunes, 27 de agosto de 2007

Abierto

El hermoso crepitar,
furioso y letal,
cae lentamente sin explicación,
y en mi interior algo perece de pena.

El corazón no puede mantenerse tanto tiempo abierto.

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