jueves, febrero 16, 2006

 

Wake up

I get to the sidewalk and see trough.

Fly around and take the pour shadow.

Come and go, then you know some true,

ears and eyes.

Deep in the river goes the sound of centuries.

And up in sky the remembrance of the real God.

So I am only a dot in all the histories.

Hands and eyes.

Between all foolish ways, tears and no one.

So believe times with out nine, or black

The light getting brightest and the death... stone.

Ears and eyes.

Hands and eyes.

Sereno.

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