Saturday, October 18, 2008

Feels Like Acid In My Throat



Love, hate, pleasure, forgetting, love .. love ... love ...

not worn more than those words that meant so much to be said and are becoming as deep holes, dirty holes.


Silence, we need everyone for a moment, silence be nothing, slowly and quietly become a mystery to solve, even knowing that there is no equation or formula which gives the answer. Silence to observe and listen to the world that crackles like old furniture.


unpunished punishment wake up and are killed in three steps, victims continue to fall, traffickers continue to kill, rape, assault, corruption disguised as you probably already have kidnapped to the brain, grenades explode in unison with the cry of independence and if you do not tomorrow take care give you the grace of a shot, crowds cry, walk, cry, shout and march in silence wearing white, proclaims justice and fairness are walking on the asphalt.


Cities huge, words that are losing their meaning, some are leaving and others are returning home in coffins the other side. The green of the green, own more than half the world remains and is still falling, broken bags of smelly and old jeans. Oxidized statues of those heroes that never existed, those that are lacking and try to find a sleepless night.

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