Necesitamos una pandemia,
Un holocausto.
Que se quemen los edificios,
Que sangre la tierra y se cubra de llanto.
Categoría: Poesías
Autophobia
You people never stop to amaze me,
how often you find yourself eager to be restrained,
how easy you lock yourself away
and how often you keep yourself at bay.
Hiding and sometimes peeking out a little to show your beak,
Soulstice
There are some souls that pursue happiness at any cost,
through enjoying life, in the comfort and peace of family, friends, work and routine;
through mind altering drugs, alcohol and the pleasures of the flesh.
Capciosas Promesas
Hoy abrí por última vez la puerta,
Miré por última vez a través de la ventana.
Pensé en decirte unas últimas palabras,