The way is not the way is the fight With the unknown with the luck with destiny And what is that when you feel in your blood the furious wishes of a better world? You call a god to combat the reason of existence You feel the incompetence the conflict the unreasonable You feel the guidelines of how to stop in the side Dreaming with other ways. Watching your eyes impassive doing nothing And I perceived the weather The rain over my bones, the storm, the rays The intentions, the naked bodies crossing one side to another Without homes, without hopes, and alones…and women wandering in a men’s planet. Cells all over the ways intelligent or foolish cells that kill us. I still walking and looking for at least a single cell, or a tiny-segment-matter
Posted on: Sat, 29 Jun 2013 08:22:23 +0000
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