I am a history maker, a storyteller.
One of those night-time smokers.
Those who think are safe away from crowdings and light.
Who also may think that sun does undress our thoughts
and let them exposed in churches and plazas.
I am a built-up nocturn area.
A big and lonely one.
Covered by smoke and dust.
I am a man who covers his sight in order not to see, but to blind
the merely silent (and possible) images at night.
Because, Who needs the eyes when it's all dark and dense?
All I need is that,
being mine again.
domingo, 24 de abril de 2011
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