Welcome to the city of oblivion where I grew up on the street and learned that in destiny, smiling is the best disguise and leaving the past behind is easier when you live in the present.
Everyone will flee from the rain when necessary, drop by drop covers the agony on my face. I learned in my youth to pretend and everyone believed it, it was very easy to exhaust the opportunities of a hyperactive child…
Hidden from the sight of others, walking through dark hallways, fed on the dinner someone else wanted and always disillusioned with reality. How to love another person when there are no more feelings? His parents would hate me, I have no religion, no heart…
The city claims me every time I deceive and in each lie a flower withers, a garden crumbles at your feet and I will offer you many kisses, in a moment I will give you two stories, one of love and the other of desire, you to choose. Which one do you want to belong to? I won't be in both.
Philosophy has meanings that you would not understand, poetry a romance that you would not find in me, and in thoughts truth and lies lie mixed, like a drink of water in the middle of the desert, you see an opportunity until you continue walking.
Am I perhaps a perverted dream lost in the unconscious of hypocritical citizens who pretend not to have ideas like that? A cold solution for those who want to waste time? Or the lost judgment of a madman with straps and a leather whip?
Welcome to the city where a white, damp and wrinkled sheet on a bed with loose screws, a funny smoke and blue vitamin will teach you to fly more than your own imagination and experience… Or let's just have a coffee.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
SIN PLUMA NI PAPEL: Inspiración del pensamiento.
RandomLa continuación de "PLUMA Y PAPEL la magia atrapada en palabras" pero con algunos cambios que notarán.
