martes, 6 de marzo de 2012

Nothing at all...

born in wrong world
imprisoned in matter
my games were prohibited
or modificated
like the food
I´m surviving on
I´ll invite you
to a cup of my rational chaos
press your lips to the glass
look the birds falling
by the wind of my breath


"how to wake up
from my hell
in your mirror, God,
looking now?..."


(Image from Internet)