What is writing when you have no soul?
That pain, that hole that rips away
My chest.
For what is writing when there is
No reason left to write?
What is writing when you're empty,
Nothing but a void?
And what is life without the written word?
What is life? What is life?
domingo, 3 de abril de 2011
viernes, 1 de abril de 2011
No es así
No es así,
Sencillamente no lo es.
Aquello que
La mente cegada ve,
Bajo errores ve,
Y mala fortuna,
No es reflejo de la realidad.
Sencillamente no lo es.
Aquello que
La mente cegada ve,
Bajo errores ve,
Y mala fortuna,
No es reflejo de la realidad.
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