Thursday, June 14, 2007


That evening in the rocks

a taste of spring and sex

Someone calls you

before I return

I hope they can save you

because I am coming.

There was a full moon

and you were so distant

from my arms

as it was allowed

by international standars.

But when you do understand

that from me

there is no escape

I am like a shadow

ill intentioned.


I never herad from you anymore

until I met your mother in the street

and she told me that

you were returning

I dont know I said

changing the subject.

Any similarity with reality

is purely coincidental

But never unexpected.

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