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
instinctively
by the wind of my breath

***

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

2009

(Image from Internet)