maldita mariposa

Monday, February 24, 2014

La vieja mano

 sigue trazando versos

 para el olvido

La triste luna

 me sigue recordando

 no te olvido

Posted by butterfly at 10:05 PM

butterfly: "If the boy who draws lets you look over his shoulder. If the poet smiles and shows you his words. If the girl who sings for the shower only, hums a song in front of you. Know that you are no longer a person but the air and dust that fills their lungs. When the world perishes, and all things cease to exist, you'll remain inside an ink stain, a paint brush, a song." -Alaska Gold

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