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Outcasting the single lives that
Understand the ways of the
Rationed hearts left to lie upon
Sunning bands of Hell living up
Eternity to the possibilities of
Limitless chances to fall over the
Veiling abyss of the chances in
Each and every option we had
Sailing across into a world of outcast
Understand the ways of the
Rationed hearts left to lie upon
Sunning bands of Hell living up
Eternity to the possibilities of
Limitless chances to fall over the
Veiling abyss of the chances in
Each and every option we had
Sailing across into a world of outcast
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La caja (algun dia)
Tirada en el patio esta la caja, sin etiquetas ni marcas, una simple caja. Todos pasan, pero nadie mueve a la caja, estática e inerte percibe los pasos, esos pequeños murmullos que la hacen recordar que no está sola y aun así el abismo continua.
En todos sus años de caja esta ha estado cerrada, pues ningún hombre ha decidido hacerse cargo de la solitaria caja, la cual carga con su contenido en el exterior; una caja inversa quizás será.
No tendremos remedio que contar que esa caja olvidada por todos más presente no podría estar, es el ombligo del mundo. Tras de ella se esconde la línea qu
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La souris
La souris
Dès l'aube nos amis viennent
Leurs regards cherchant
Alentour,
Une photo à sauver de la crasse,
Un objet encore utilisable.
Ils viennent comme la mer
Envahissant chaque pièce.
Inlassablement,
Leur mains frottent les murs
comme si ce fut les leurs.
La boue n'épargne personne,
Les enfants y glissent pieds nus,
Jouant une minuscule patinoire.
Les meubles sont évacués,
Au jardin, vaste salon.
Dans une flaque noire
Une souris morte
Chacun se tait.
L'odeur de la mort
Ne s'oublie jamais.
L'eau douce carresse le sol
Emportant l'indicible.
Au fond,
Nettoyer c'est guérir,
Aprè
Literature
The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
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