sábado, marzo 14, 2009

El lunar

He pintado un cuadro y se me ha acabado el negro.


2 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

Pues llama a otro negro.

blueheart dijo...

That was a dream
remember that
I felt fear

The Moon was waiting
-but not-
for me.

The Sea...
as the coldest darkest
and black water that
I have never seen

Can you hear me?
I could not sleep
Just because of that:
these words
choose your dream
for being.

Now its less
than a quarter
to three
and I wanna be...
¿?

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