Un espacio de creación, re-creación, construcción, destrucción y re-construcción de lo que constituye mi cotidianidad.
Tributo a una mariposa
Tributo a una mariposa
Ahora vuela.
Ayer te arrastraste.
Ayer te escondiste.
Ayer sufriste.
Ahora vuela.
jueves, 9 de junio de 2011
Anhedönico nunca!!!!!
Sos macedonio?
Tenés macadamia?
Tenés macadamia.
"To-morrow, and to-moron, and to-moscow, creeds in his prety face for day to pray to, the last available, the re-corded rime, and all our yester-says: have lighted, falls the "rey", to nasty death."
Trough the sorrow, and shadow, until tomorrow, the creed of her pretty face brings the new day, the last available to commit the crime, and every hour inside his shelter stays...without lighted, hides the key, to true path.
The time is near, the sun is shining. Her pain is clear, she's screaming louder. he's dead already, she too must die. He now is steady and maybe she...is playing with the mind of some other guy.
Perdón, hice que te enojaras?
ResponderEliminarTrough the sorrow, and shadow, until tomorrow, the creed of her pretty face brings the new day, the last available to commit the crime, and every hour inside his shelter stays...without lighted, hides the key, to true path.
The time is near, the sun is shining.
ResponderEliminarHer pain is clear, she's screaming louder.
he's dead already, she too must die.
He now is steady and maybe she...is playing with the mind of some other guy.