H ome time I beat insomnia;
perhaps because I forgot what it is to sleep.
The dream of waking up every morning with the
look fantastic in the infinity of the glorious liberty.
I do not feel curious to know that I will
across the horizon
and just think back to where I started ...
Ya no tengo quién camine conmigo
sólo me queda quienes me siguen o a quien sigo
o peor aún tan sólo tengo...
"quién me persigue"... mi propio yo!
Ya no sueño...!
0 comments:
Post a Comment