I've outgrown my own imagination and spent my youth on what was not yet needed.
Maybe an escape will steal from the present the little bits of the past i've left behind.
Here i'll be cheerful, imaginative and cheifly inconsistant. I might get gloomy though...
Hopefully untied to myself.
Monday, November 20, 2006
poema 29
Como deseo vertirme en alguna...
Alguna que tan sincera y nada más,
alguna que quepa aquí conmigo,
en mi sonrisa...
en mis tristes labios...
Ambos sinceros.
En mi dulce lamento.
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