I wake up in the heat of the power break
when the fan stops its purr and I am
nothing but a pool of sweat
and bad dreams:
all the flying black creatures,
the crows, the flies, the beggars,
scavenging the rot in the dance
of death
the endless wet kiss of decomposition,
(the process by which tissues of a dead organism
break down into simpler forms of matter)
buzzing, crowing, minding
their own business.
In the streets bellow, life goes on.
Eee, al final no nos despedimos en mclaud.
ReplyDeleteBueno,espero que todo te haya ido bien. Yo ahora estoy en Chandigard con intencion de tirar para nepal en unos cuantos dias.
Que te vaya bien!!
Jose carlos (el de sevilla)
http://bultone.wordpress.com/