martes, 17 de mayo de 2011

Sin nombre 15

You will rest, in peace
The love ends, ugly sensations,
It doesn’t hurt your heart.
Is horrible, all is horrible,
All do you do is horrible.
Stop! Don’t play with me,
You play with me. No more.
How are you? I don’t know.
And me? Fine, love you.
Suicide, the last walk,
The last protest. A long march.
Because, do you know?
Live ends. Love ends.

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