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
poema 47
Percepciones variables.
¿Que es real? Nunca te lo cuestionaste.
Lo tuyo es lo que te entregaron.
Lo mío lo reconstruí.
Lo tuyo lo aceptaste.
Lo mío lo entendí.
Porque sí.
Porque... y... y...
Lo tuyo es decir que sí cuando el padre habla
Lo mío es escuchar y elegir.
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