Awakening from a stressful day,
feeling that the time hit for no reason,
knowing that the future holds something inserted.
I think the days are marked
and inescapable memories.
I stand firm against this
and give my best face to the past.
One more day begins and always will be,
but not understand.
The memories, such as scars,
leaving marks on my mind
and not allowed to be deleted.
One more day begins
and one more day ends... up!
César G. Vilches 19/08/10 - 04:18hs
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tiene el alma de poeta
checha rrrrrr... te quiero agregar a mi lista de amigos de blog y no puedo!! tenes el blog atrofiado... pero la labia (evidentemente) no.
besou
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