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domingo, 16 de septiembre de 2012

The avenger

The avenger


It’s dense. Does it seem to suffocate?
It usually hurts much more when it was very little
What the mind of the insane has foreseen
For the hours that will keep him homeless

When after the gentle journey
He finds himself confronting the remote
Human being, for whom everything is vain
And then being difficult for him to be able to breath.


The novel sensation of the end
That could press down on your heart
As the ground would press down on the coffin

Carried under the skin but not in a bin
Sleeping with it on the same mattress
Waiting with it, to nail the metal.