MY LIFE IS A DESERT, AS IF I WENT DOWN NOT TO THE SAHARA TO PUNISH MY STUPIDITIES, THERE ARE MANY OUT DESERTS ALL OVER THE WORLD, VENEZUELA BEING ONE OF THEM. AT NIGHT MY SOUL FREEZES, HEART AND MY MIND WONDERS.... AT DAY I ROAST AND BOIL WITH SCORPIONS, CENTIPEDES AND OTHER PREDATORS, FOR ME TO BECOME THEIR LUNCH, PERHAPS SOME SCAVENGERS BIRDS A CIRCLING AS WELL, AWAITING FOR MY BODY TO DROP WITH NO FORCE TO SHOOO THEM AWAY. I SEE NO MIRAGE... SO NO TO NEED DIVE IN THAT BEAUTIFUL WATER LIKE, JUMP IN BRAKE MY NECK HITTING THE HARD SAND. THE SKY IS JUST A OVEN IS A TRAP WITH THE SUN BURNING EACH CELL IN MY BEING, MY LIPS ALL CRACKED UP. MY EYES NEARLY BLIND FROM SAND... MY HEART AND SOUL,, O WELL , THE ARE IN A BOX OF SUSPENSE. SO WATER, WATER... HUMM MOST LIKELY I GET DEHYDRATION BEFORE TASTING WATER.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Jul 2013 09:33:17 +0000
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