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, 8 de octubre de 2007

Yellow

Hablaba hasta escupir rosas amarillas y fuego
y de pronto callé,
por momentos parece que olvido
la punta de tus dedos.

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mosquita muerta dijo...

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saludos