Friday, September 4, 2009

Goldwell Colour Remover

Lejanía





All reality becomes about me, even more true
,
unable to be. Everything comes and eats
emerges,
with the calm of an endless course.
no sense, even in it.
You know, uncertain night closes
, fencing
the limits of our desert. Shadow on the mirage

of asphalt
is this thirst. Vision
voiceless.
A footpath,
following the directions that are lost.
coup against the walls, broken achieve
because
understand the intangible, such as glass
hands.
burning blood, to find


oblivion and move forward.
The sky on the ground. Immensity

to stay with me without being
away.

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