I don't know what to be near me
because I spent all my time,
trying to survive the social voracity.
Even with the ****** floor,
everyone continues walking.
The death of another man
is nothing compared
to the lack of time
Such is the pain
which we pretend to bear
so that they don't forget us.
Such is the happiness
which we pretend to have
so that they remember us.
… well, I shut up
in front of the beauty
of my lands…
I don't know how to be who I am,
because long time ago I was hipnotized
by the exterior of this world
– and such is its vivacity.
Although there's so much
to appreciate
quietly,
I can't stop
thinking of us.
However much the sumptuous flowers
are things to dream about,
we should not forgive us
so naturally,
especially with
so many open wounds.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
I don't know what to be near me
because I spent all my time,
trying to survive the social voracity.
Even with the ****** floor,
everyone continues walking.
The death of another man
is nothing compared
to the lack of time
Such is the pain
which we pretend to bear
so that they don't forget us.
Such is the happiness
which we pretend to have
so that they remember us.
… well, I shut up
in front of the beauty
of my lands…
I don't know how to be who I am,
because long time ago I was hipnotized
by the exterior of this world
– and such is its vivacity.
Although there's so much
to appreciate
quietly,
I can't stop
thinking of us.
However much the sumptuous flowers
are things to dream about,
we should not forgive us
so naturally,
especially with
so many open wounds.
