At the end of day
in the corner of the city
waiting in a bar
drinking a hot chocolate
watching how rain over water
how death the dry
the flood is eating the summer
my mind is in the past
your body is in the box
flowers greeting your presence
Texto agregado el 05-10-2006, y leído por 481
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Lectores Opinan
07-10-2006
I think that about this writing, you describe somebody's death...your words allowed me to see the picture of you, sadness and absence of the reality. Nice writing I like to read you. gfdsa
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