That blank space of a beat
Exclamaba en el Américas,
la necedad de vibrar
Tenia en mente el patrón
de un derrame cerebral,
que vibraba mi entender.
A theory for a description
But a nonsence of words that exist almost just for me Nowadays besides nothing at all and wathever I feel For ever rather a reflection of time that collapse in existance Of all thougts that burn away joy and pain that melt me like ice With every way of my being I understand better the retorical resistance of the self Just like a dusty garden of posibilities well formed in the past I salute you for at least staying by letters that only represent a why not Alone being related more with everything alive unwritten by a succesfull looser. Dragging my own space for a raging unreal class that beats percepcions of unwanted traats
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