((Extraña visión, por: annais))…i
Some words from your mouth…
I’m waiting whit an inexplicable hope.
I want to see your lips dance around my soul:
jumping and hugging,
hanging itself of my skin.
…iii
But i think…
thinking it too much,
who i am? …without…
…v
Somebody will hope in the wharf?
In the sand…
a letter written for centuries…
it took in arriving too much.
PD. Disculpen mi inglés, es pésimo,
pero nació para ser escrito así.
PD2. Dejen comentarios, no os cuesta nada.