dilluns, 20 de juliol del 2009

Tracing lost footsteps





Sitting in front of the window, watching the smoke of my cigarette drawing circles once again, crossed by a ray of light as dawn is approaching, hearing the tickling of a distant clock second after second.

My smile, so cracked not long ago enough to forget the reasons, has healed by the effects of another smile and the fact that my brain is blown away by a bullet made from past memories leads to a stream of thoughts that overflows becoming a flood in my home, watering new roots, leaving no room for despair. I light another cigarette and reach the exit to a new consciousness.

Disembody, search the limits, spit blood into the sky and swallow it back.

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