An ineffable fear succumbed
my chest; the dark night and heavy fog invade the streets of the hollow city.
The citizens, hiding behind their enchanting and colourful ordinary lives
ignored the strange and maybe too quiet serpentine night.
As I yield, forcing my weak
eyes to erased all my treasure and happiest memories; the pain thrust my body,
I fell, my pounding heart stopped and death forever show. Isabel Carvajal
"Who can speak for a generation who is already waiting for the end of the world" I.C.
jueves, 29 de noviembre de 2012
martes, 27 de noviembre de 2012
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