To compare the mother sea against a bubble and against all of her foam. To even talk about the sand and ice of the dark seas of nebulae. To confess the curative effects of beer on my feelings about my reasons to be. If there is one, and about my performance or my lack of. To tell my love I’m still in love and always will be, normal interruptions in between. This blog is for
viernes, 17 de enero de 2014
Sun 5
Sun 5
Because this city is not a beehive
And no human knows really a single byte
Of what matters the most
That is: Purpose and destination
And the complete universe leaves us behind
At the speed of the light
Every single instant
But it still remains
Because very few know really
Where the money comes from
But the majority still
Adores the golden calf
It is valid to say
That we live in the sun 5.
Looking at the past
And its unfinished animals
I’m sure someday
A pretty beautiful beast
Will decree the sun 6
But I’m afraid of that time
I hope they too find the way
To live as we do
Busy as an ant
Under a single star
VABM Wednesday, April 08, 2009
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