lunes, 3 de noviembre de 2003

we are orbits
we are bulimic
we trow away
what we just eat
i`m in a middle of nowhere
the simple example of life
it`s not equilibrium
it`s just a loveache in my mind

the flavor of my own isolation
is the basis part in my house
the saturation in my life
is the color of the sky

ì have not cried a lot of tears
by nothing
but those tears are not for you
they exist without you

palos incoherentes 2003
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