I can imagine you, up there, standing up, hearing nothing but a blood torrent in your ears and a question in your mind. Time is dead. God save the time! Breathing your wishpers, you forget to pick up your steps, cause you hardly feel the weight of acting on this place. Moon was the question for almost all your answers, despite of every kind of critics you had to face. Surrounded by all this climax of misleading stars, tears don't let you see home again. Back in the capsule, impossible to sleep inside the fourth dimension. What is it about?
noviembre-2013
raquel segovia vargas
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