jueves, 20 de septiembre de 2012

Look life

Look life,
how wonderful is she.
She dances through the moor,
like she never wants to fall asleep.

When she finally
closes the lightning stars
she rests, rests forever,
somehow in the darkness.

Look life,
how strinking is she.
She walks across the rain
just as a violent revolt.

Nobody but she,
gets into an eternal gloom.
Look life,
how cruel is she.

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