miércoles, 29 de junio de 2011

into the air

Whatever your being built
on cards in the wind
are now awarded in the air.
The icy stream
a thousand winters,
that we shared.
Once we burned
with promises Child
carving hearts
the complexion of the angels.
Sick of monotony
without remission or cure
wrapped hopes
just force ...
to continue.
The final epilogue
stacked kissing,
a principle
drowned in a vacuum.

1 comentario:

  1. hola chic@s!lamento mi escasa productividad pero en epoca estival el trabajo me abduce irremediablemente,un saludo a todos!!