"... Because there was a reality date and there, but we must do it ourselves, if we want to be, and never will be one forever, but continuously and infinitely changeable ... " Luigi Pirandello
Homeopathic looks
among passengers of the same metro
Locked in a smile
Within one meter of trouble
Nothing of what they had dreamed
Nothing came of that future from the past
only promises tattooed
And a lot of nonsense to fill the empty spaces
The Life.
Growing older
The mad rush into something else Turn into tears
clumsy
Without the taste
Only promises never kept rolling
And what are you waiting for:
One more week.
Margarita between his fingers
A burning regret
that runs without limits
veins buttons
"So tell me is it not so
What was supposed to go? .... "
Qanta other questions to blur
Inside the cauldron of Broken Dreams
How many abandoned Vie
too easily ... How many
Halfway between you and me!
