3.4.11

Jaula

La cabeza me explota.
Y aunque deseo fuese literal, jamás pasará.
                 
                   - hasta que algún calibre apunte y jale -


Los dolores se hamacan como Piolín en esta cáscara de casi cuarenta.
No me perturban.

Después de todo, hace rato no me habito.


My body is a cage - Arcade Fire

4 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

I'm sorry about the headache, I hope it soothes. And your "house", empty, to let? somebody will knock on your door, that's for sure! it won't be empty for long! xx

María Silvia dijo...

May be...
But, who knows?
Kiss

Anónimo dijo...

If his "house" still is empty, Don´t worry, somebody will knock on your door, that's for sure! it won't be empty for long!
It´s a question of being able to wait
By then, to be really happy. x))

María Silvia dijo...

His house?
I'm really happy.
No hope for anyone. Just for myself.
(may be misspelled, sorry!)
Kiss