''el mar borra por la noche. la marea esconde. es como si no hubiera pasado nunca nadie. es como si no hubieramos existido nunca. si hay un lugar en el mundo en el que puedes pensar que no eres nada, ese lugar está aquí. ya no es tierra, todavía no es mar. no es vida falsa, no es vida verdadera. es tiempo. tiempo que pasa. y basta''
A. Baricco

domingo, octubre 11

something o lo que un día


Voices with poetry and music call me. Not, they do not say my name, but my soul, they're singing words from my body, every space of me, taking off my tears, my smile, my eyes
like a sweet break of bones, desired, hanging out my skin, lying on your whisper's air, in a circus of false nightmares
that's my dream wearing a different t-shirt, hiding from an unbelievable monster of texture, hugging sand, memories. i can see through glass at least today
spring is waiting, i'm sitting on the grass, touching the beginning, getting dirty my hands, but quietly happy

that's still me (a time ago)

1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...

hugging sand, memories. i can see through glass at least today.. I can´t see the light.. at least today.. sing with me.. beautiful as you..

realidad



soy mas grande ahora, sin duda mucho más grande y justo tengo anteojos.