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 51
Vender el alma por un corazón,
que llenaría el hueco vendido,
y doler ambos con medio ser.
Un solo latido partido,
una alma restante
está diluida, conforme.
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