I've outgrown my own imagination and spent my youth on what was not yet needed.
Maybe an escape will steal from the present the little bits of the past i've left behind.
Here i'll be cheerful, imaginative and cheifly inconsistant. I might get gloomy though...
Hopefully untied to myself.
Monday, November 20, 2006
El tiempo como el agua
abre túneles de granito.
A gotas agota y corre
y entre él corremos.