Saturday, January 29, 2011

Reassembly

It's just a life.
My life.
It's not supposed to be hard.
But it still hurts.
That's how it always ends.
But I'm still here.
Not like that.
All alone.

Cochinillas


I have a vast imagination.
Enough for several worlds.
That can't harm anybody.

I'm a complex being.
Half man, half angel.
That is, I'm half alive
and half dead.

Even if it's just a memory
lost in the vastness...
...like the woodlouse
under the earth...
...like the Earth
in the midst of the cosmos...
...like a tiny particle
in the depth of your imagination.
I'll live here,
if you don't forget me.