Wednesday, 5 October 2011


The day wasn't exactly my own.
My lust disappeared when
I walked down the street.
I found some suffering in a calendar,
arranqué noviembre y lo dejé
junto a las hojas de otoño.
Now what about those dreams?
Listen to the birds:
they are singing like guilt.
Is there anything emptier than you?
Is this all there is?
Love? I'd rather have a dog.


1 comment:

  1. What is the definition of love?
    A word so vague
    Words cannot define
    You took my heart
    And showed me the meaning
    Pointing the way to me
    and urging me on
    Two hearts as one
    Beating ferociously with a pulse as the tango...

    At a crossroad
    You took one path and I the other
    Our heart was split in two
    Its pulse lost its rythm
    You found the strength to carry on
    Leaving me with but a half
    Beaten into a bloody pulp
    Love? I'd rather have a dog..