sábado, 5 de diciembre de 2015


I’m the leader
of the TVs,
adding data
to your needings.

Hating people,
hating mirrors,
mirror scratching,
breaking scissors.

Like a phoenix,
breathing Kleenex,
tasty cleavage,
resting sleepless.

In a bottle,
drowning trouble,
indeed, beating
all the feelings.

And again not
just a copy,
but a junkie,
of the hopeless.

In the thunders
of its own gray
there is no way,
no more murders.

Glory of sadness,
crying lightnings,
adding data
for your madness.

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