Eighth Step.
I never expected to hear birds singing 1 .20 of the night.
I never expected that anything could happen.
Nobody asks me anything. No one asks questions.
I laugh, I laugh, I laugh.
Finally I found the silence, my mind is at peace with itself.
Anger managed to ripurirla, the anger that I thought was the side to hide.
are free to growl, to strike, to attack without mercy, but no casualties.
And without hurt. Deeply hurt ...
Again the birds are being felt, calling from tree to tree.
are a flock. They dance in the sky that reflects the well-being stupid
that does not give you a chance.
Needless to sleep on a night like this, you do not need. Does
live it all, do not miss a second and hear, feel the drops in my chest, cable, covering more than ever ...
and let it fill up, it reaches the ridge.
And then out, out of me .... everything.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Eye Too Close Together
.... FOURTH YEAR
Five paintings hanging on the wall and two crooked. With one finger you can put in place.
No one in the house.
Only the heat that has occupied all the space, which was lying on the sofa in the study, making it sticky.
And from the window see the city.
Four chairs around the table.
leaf, leaves everywhere. Some written, some with drawings, for most whites.
so white to reflect light entering from the windows.
put his ear to the wall If you hear a man panting, weak,
that still does not ask what happened to his neighbor. Yet
Five paintings hanging on the wall and two crooked. With one finger you can put in place.
No one in the house.
Only the heat that has occupied all the space, which was lying on the sofa in the study, making it sticky.
And from the window see the city.
Four chairs around the table.
leaf, leaves everywhere. Some written, some with drawings, for most whites.
so white to reflect light entering from the windows.
put his ear to the wall If you hear a man panting, weak,
that still does not ask what happened to his neighbor. Yet
saw him go out every day at 7 am,
with his head bowed, hair matted and the sadness that camouflaged so pathetically.
But it is August. You can easily disappear during the summer.
No one thought of looking.
No one imagines you to be escaped.
A small troop of ants has taken possession of the kitchen.
work relentlessly for a couple of days, carrying everything they can,
unaware of a possible end, fast and early.
And the birds begin to stay longer on the balcony.
In the bedroom, the white sheet touches the floor and the cushions are still marked by a long hug all night.
with his head bowed, hair matted and the sadness that camouflaged so pathetically.
But it is August. You can easily disappear during the summer.
No one thought of looking.
No one imagines you to be escaped.
A small troop of ants has taken possession of the kitchen.
work relentlessly for a couple of days, carrying everything they can,
unaware of a possible end, fast and early.
And the birds begin to stay longer on the balcony.
In the bedroom, the white sheet touches the floor and the cushions are still marked by a long hug all night.
only read a book in half. Yet another punctuated
minutes from the alarm clock and the lamp remained lit for the dark will come again.
minutes from the alarm clock and the lamp remained lit for the dark will come again.
Suddenly the doorbell rings.
again. A voice. Footsteps.
again. A voice. Footsteps.
E 'in August. You can easily disappear during the summer.
No one thought of looking.
No one imagines you to be escaped.
A storm at last. Windows are shaking.
The rain washes away the smell of the holidays.
E 'in September.
is expected to return.
It reveals the 'No .
Seventh Step.
No one thought of looking.
No one imagines you to be escaped.
A storm at last. Windows are shaking.
The rain washes away the smell of the holidays.
E 'in September.
is expected to return.
It reveals the 'No .
Seventh Step.
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