Before anything else,
There is a Thread
and there is an Angel.
The Thread in the realm of honesty, basks
As the Angel wears masks
Not a mask but masks
Mascara por la entraña
Mascara por la ses
Mascara por la naturaleza
Mascara por la apuro
Tu parir conociem ellos diferenciar
Those who knew the Thread first
should not, if possible, NEVER meet nor know about the Angel
The Angel is a mess,
a poor forgotten soul
An angel in an abyss
With only one Thread to hold onto
The Thread knows her story
The Thread tells it on
The Thread is the only one
Who knows this forgotten soul
Should the moment arrive,
When the Thread does break
and is gone
Two lives are lost and not just one
By: Angel Dela Torres
