Thinking about the Angel of Hiroshima this angel Do not look back as the Novus Klee sights in this continuous infinite unreality pain can not be sated Not distracted by our indifference she tore their wings now buried are a black fern in vitro the fetus irretrievable memory cherishing the melancholy with his cry but these eyes crave by the explosion of all that lives mainly the Sun Eyes - annunciation the end will crack the glass the head will bow until bones last for while still living deeply alone who do not know they are alone create their projections but these eyes know between life and death There are no boundaries poems and float problems in air where this love fades a center that has ever been on us and then also dies nothing moves this look only on the seabed speech as time out space runs Marcelo Ariel Written at age 17 Trad. Google Tradutor
Posted on: Sat, 08 Mar 2014 06:56:04 +0000
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