'm just inert matter
die inside
although I've never been alive
like sand in the desert;
I'm just a poet who writes
letters that go out to
shot from my head hollow;
Solo I have meat,
whores took my heart and only
eyes are red as Mars,
a conversation where I have no reason;
I have one breath without oxygen,
eternal sigh, but unequivocal.
I have a park with their seats,
and hundreds of empty eyes looking at me without being able to see me
I still have my blog, my email
gray sidewalk where I can take a short walk
me are the memories and Facundo lyrics
endeleble palp this existence that marks my tracks by the world
die inside
although I've never been alive
like sand in the desert;
I'm just a poet who writes
letters that go out to
shot from my head hollow;
Solo I have meat,
whores took my heart and only
eyes are red as Mars,
a conversation where I have no reason;
I have one breath without oxygen,
eternal sigh, but unequivocal.
I have a park with their seats,
and hundreds of empty eyes looking at me without being able to see me
I still have my blog, my email
gray sidewalk where I can take a short walk
me are the memories and Facundo lyrics
endeleble palp this existence that marks my tracks by the world
Cloud swx
Santo Domingo
06/19/2010
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