viernes, 23 de abril de 2010


The crab is on the lung,

the ash floats in the sky.
It´s all so grey.
Is useless to pray.
A dragonfly in my way.
The marble is cold
the blood is frozen.
People are also frozen,
fragile and vulnerable.
People are afraid...
Afraid at the mundane reality.
And what about me?
I´m sorry,
I´m still running around
the circle of life.

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