sábado, 9 de febrero de 2013

When I fall
I fall
and fall
and fool...

and find
the dark truth that only monsters get to meet:
loneliness


(And yet,
as I do say this,
a glimpse of light
of peace...
seems to open a door in this strongly apparently closed way as an invitation to a level of a higher understanding.)

Fool
and yet, not fool
Weak
but then strong...
forgotten and un-understood
and yet not even so

but can't remain I down
here
where the no-sense has not the sense
nor the obscurity the light

I tell you:
who will ever be able to understand
but one's self?
until we are all
one.

9 de febrero de 2013, 21:15, Colmenar Viejo

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