miércoles, 7 de mayo de 2025

One or two months in hell


Fire, don't walk with me

Life burned inside
crossing all the limits of sanity,
ignoring all the advices.
The urge to going downwards,
believing that is possible and brave.
I want to change my Idols, said,
but words left with the wind.
Because of ignorance;
The ignorance of not knowing what is worth:
A good reputation. 
No room for the prince of evil.
One cannot last with poor resources.
You can run but Son of a gun is going to cut you down
Everybody defend themselves
the ones who don't are going to embrace the law.
I cannot understand people
who fight all their lives backseat, without regrets.
I thought I could, but I gave up.
Im not a lost cause.
I prefer other things, the rest of the world is waiting for me.
To hug my friends, to breathe in peace.

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Eyes shut

Have you ever seen people
who close their eyes while they are talking with you?
I wonder, why?
To reject eyes glance?
Or because of a higher truth?

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Three days without coming home

Deep feeling of fear
gives me
Los detectives salvajes
by Roberto Bolano.

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