Gente, tengo una sensación extraña, ustedes díganme.
…¿Es que yo estoy lejos de ustedes…
O ustedes lejos de mí?…Agradezco una respuesta.
Archive for September, 2003
How ironic it is to be in the sinus of everything you hate.
I stand there now, it feels good.
To be the only one in advance.
To be so prophetic at this moment.
And flying around their necks the whole time. Yeah.
They stand, long bearded, pathetic, thinking of things black or white. Good or evil. Kosher or non […]
Drops fall, you know.
They spike the floor grandly, powerfully.
The sky out there is the same.
Where did you think these drops came from…?