I feel lonely. We go on, still in time, the useless line. stepping over seizures of peace and war, the father, the son, and neutral balance. All of us, rocking in mother earth’s crib drowning in a thick dream we can’t ever decide where to be.
Viviendo en una cápsula. 

Viviendo en una cápsula. 


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posted on September 21, 2013

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