Friday, March 26, 2004

 

Eternal Starting Point

Making the road cross,
a noise of traffic
echoes with my heart

The dust and the weariness
echo simultaneously
The window comes to shine
on which everything is painted

I am reflected seductively,
waiting in the night the racket
we come to the eternal starting point

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