24 de enero de 2007

Relativity of a forgotten poem by god

The fear
isn't a chance
it's not here ,
but this feeling could be only an ilusion of ourselves
that not see with courage the past
that it reached to be some today
a future
Simplely
a yesterday.
That it fall down inside of an antithesis
of love
an existense fills up of chocolates,
gifts
silly things
only stupid things
That they invade us
like melancholy cowardice
a woman we remind in our forgot head
a thought plays over and over
falling down ,being born and going out.
The read things are dead
and this poem
feels
the dying sorrow(Perhaps pain)
it's sweet, but a little bitter
it's an ice cream asthe becamingof bvan human in
energy
You aren't wrong,
it can't be a literary Big.Bang of a craked passion
IT ' S THE BIG-CRUNCH OF A CAT.
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