Me cansé
de sentir
que mi alma
dolía.
¿ Es posible vivir ?
Si tu quieras ...
El resonar de las olas,
el blanco de su frente.
El sonido del viento,
golpeando.
Frío, el calor
mejor se siente.
Lo abrazo así
hasta llegar allí
a su muerte.
Una cuenta atrás
es lo que mereces,
al fín.
viernes, marzo 18, 2005
Noises from down killing my head
White light around the window,
rice growing around the ground.
Back late in the evening,
shadows close to the yards,
raining and raining till the end of the stars.
- "Did you see something" ?,
... nobody could return to run.
Angry,
until the heaven,
with its brushes, will bring back the air.
rice growing around the ground.
Back late in the evening,
shadows close to the yards,
raining and raining till the end of the stars.
- "Did you see something" ?,
... nobody could return to run.
Angry,
until the heaven,
with its brushes, will bring back the air.
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