

ciudadCiudad de robots inertes se yergue contra el cielo trata de alcanzarlo y no es más que una ilusiónciudad
Ciudad de cerebros carentes ocupados con su estúpida razón embebidos en torpe monotonía olvidados en su evolusión
Ciudad que me cuesta vivir que no deja de expanderse que no deja de surgir
Ciudad de olores rancios y mezquinos de colores lavados y demasiada suciedad
Ciudad que se muere en el destino aquella que se jacta del avance
de su putrefacta sociedad


UntitledAn owl in his eyes watches still away from light in the dead of day and night where he conceils its flightUntitled
Hidden and unknown He will never be alone as the owl's there to stay as are all his thoughts UNDEAD


A Friday in JuneLike any other, grey and blue. The rain and the wind companions to my solitud smash against the windows' fragile glass The absence of a fire-place, in this technological days, make the scene just more mundane. The cold reigns inside as it does in my soul. Going out is a hard task, but what wears me out the most is the thoughts, only the thoughts. As much noise I hear, it all bounces in my ear making of silence a mighy king. And the beat of my heart is weakened by this long fever, it will perrish without ever at its maximum be feeling. &A Friday in June
Gracias por la camara, como veras, le di buen uso!
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