I feel a deep thread that goes through space.
From time to time it comes slowly.
I smell the plains of pilgrims.
The plain is called the road.
I feel suddenly the taste
of a rare mineral.
I feel sometimes man
and many animals.
The desire is confused
of heating the skin
with distant roars
who remember woman.
And on a narrow beach they fall from the sky
those reminiscences of poison.
I do not know, but there are days without rest
that what is near destroys it
very primitively, almost savagely,
with hate, with contempt, with resentment,
with hurtful words, with claws and with teeth,
with rage, with violence, with horror.
I have sung to death like nobody alive,
but I always said: dear.
Next to each word there are bodies of millions
and I killed them myself. Excuse me
Sometimes I get erased
I kill for living
and I forget the funerals
and I do not want to sleep
The day they accuse me
I will not defend myself:
this guilt is very old,
I inherited all of them.
And on a narrow beach they fall from the sky
those reminiscences of poison.
I do not know, but there are days without rest
that what is near destroys it
very primitively, almost savagely,
with hate, with contempt, with resentment,
with hurtful words, with claws and with teeth,
with rage, with violence, with horror.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)