sábado, marzo 14, 2009

El lunar

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


Publicado por en 8:01 PM

2 comentarios:

  1. Pues llama a otro negro.
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  2. 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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