The earth shall embalm me
Trees will set root in my belly
And make sap of my blood
There will be vagrancy in my soul
Its embarkation on an erratic itinerary
Leaving behind a tainted and squalid reality
I shall mix with black and white silences
Those that migrate in the oppressed contradictions of dreams
It is here I shall succumb to violent wrenches of my imagination
It is here that I shall be beneath an impetuous but charming moon
Smiling
Jul 29, 2012
Jul 29, 2012 at 2:22 PM UTC
The earth shall embalm me
Trees will set root in my belly
And make sap of my blood
There will be vagrancy in my soul
Its embarkation on an erratic itinerary
Leaving behind a tainted and squalid reality
I shall mix with black and white silences
Those that migrate in the oppressed contradictions of dreams
It is here I shall succumb to violent wrenches of my imagination
It is here that I shall be beneath an impetuous but charming moon
Smiling
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