domingo, 8 de março de 2015

The Trip


For how long I've been there,
under that pellicle
without say a thing?
For how long could I hide
such a world of words
and a this universe of feelings?
For how long I've been there, 
in a distant dream,
In a illusory field where the mask
would be enough?

ages of ignorance and blindness.

I will stay for a while
thinking
holding you
thinking...

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