a corridor and two voices
traveling to a place in his memory common
But made sense, or time, or distance.
A voice started slow and breathy, sweeping the room
stealth meantime, the reason you lose a little
Meanwhile Another ran screaming your name
And he answered a eco untimely.
"There is no reason your cry, because he is old"
When it's time to say now?
If everything around you is crying without delay!
Now is a tangent, an infinitesimal point,
where yesterday and tomorrow are a shifting coastline
but clear enough to show the aftermath of its intersection
never learned to memories lead to oblivion
Oblivion is buried, the result is to transform, to understand and recreate
why voiceless cry because you are not able to hear
And how I can listen for the voices
itinerant me leave room for the resilience
As there shouting and whispering, mourn and weep, if there has been
one second to feel the depth.
time of the revolution is
Del man in love ...
technique cadavre Written by exquis María José ( @ Cotepina ) and Carlitos . 06/07/2010
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