Painting Airsoft Metallic
I
force. Full force. And it is terrible. Back there, in time, floated wrapped in newspaper. And Adelita saw from above. Now that does not float, not seen. Down here I actually cover the eyes. It is as if there was nothing. I do not see anything. I miss her. Hasdrubal strange too. Where did everybody go? Or am I that I left? But if I went, where was I? Where am I that I am not? I look at the newspapers, I touch my body and I'm standing here naked. Nude and crude means of force.
I went this morning to walk with heavy feet, as if to say "feet on the ground." Andonaegui I looked, hoping that I draw a better future, a path, but I was not standing there in your tree. Moreover, there was no tree.
I walked and my feet were water. I sank.
0 comments:
Post a Comment