ESTO ES POESIA. (this is poetry)

jueves, 15 de octubre de 2009

the separation

something  happened we  were  kids playing out  at  night we swung 
and the  branches  laughed  the  stars  our  friends the  shore the old
bridge  once then he i  we somehow  separated  somehow something
the   distinction  the  ability   the  curse   everytime   papapa  comes
every  echo  falters  backwards once  as  kids  now as  this  we  look 
at  each  other  awkward  through  this  broken   mirror  we  fathom
the distinction we fumble something what  happened somehow once
the separation

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