The sleepless night
Restrained by the clouds
Amorphous cities made by clay
Trains passing by the rusty rails
The unbearable truth of a dead end
The collision of two minds
An explosion of indescribable proportion
A passenger seeking for redemption
Traveling light as air
With his socks full of holes and an expired passport
A man without nation
Deprived of singularity
Driven by an unapproved majority
Hiding from the tickets collector.
A child sucking from his mother´s chest
Fragile bones and cold sharp as a butcher´s knife
Someone it’s breathing heavily at the end of the corridor
The hope slips through his fingers
No one cares
Everybody look the other way
He is transparent.
I walk to him and ask him while i touch his shoulder
“Can I do something?”
“You can jump”- he said
“And disappear before the unbearable truth finds you
and crush your bones
You choose when and how”
The man mumbled but I cannot recall what he say.
The darkness come to an end
Reflections and flares overflow the room
Unlike other nights
we embrace the silence
the Mist come out of our mouth
We were outcast and now survivors
Nameless bodies, countless scars.
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Me siento como en un sueño permanente. Las ideas salen tan fácilmente que puedo cerrar los ojos y simplemente escribir…no es que sea un gust...
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Silencio por un genio No basta con ahogar mi pena en la fatiga de las letras nocturnas Punto final. -
Si pudiera vivir bajo las sabanas, mi cama seria de mandarina(s).