A way to talk about sadness....

poema de Cuicani

Tears running
over the cheek.
A break on the wind,
your heart at his
last bit.

And then,
when you try
to catch a breath,
but you can't,
'cause your lungs
collapse on a wept,
and only then
you realize, how
broken you are.

Because
sometimes everything
is wrong,
sometimes everybody
goes out of luck.
Every now and then,
it falls apart.

¿Did they say they love you?
¿Did they help you?
¿Did they lie you?
¿Did they say they going to give you a job?
¿Did they say America needs you?

Well, my dear buddy,
you are on your own.
Just body mind and soul.

Promises to the wind,
things you say you won't
forget.
Well, I maybe
had to change my mind.

It's ok, it's ok now,
you have taken
the last soul
on enemy's front.
So, yeah, yeah.
See you around,
take care...

Never the less.
I mind,
death has just taken
my friend Georgie
from his mom.

Awful times, they say.
even my grandparents
can't afford to buy a house.
Look at the market,
it's all rotten, and rent,
¿Have you seen the prices?
What about, move out.
Fuck, don't let me start
with the " search for better hopes"
whole theme.

It was sad at first,
a very want to throw
please open the window
kind of Sunday,
the hard to take, way
of seeing the summer end.

¿Where you there?
It's raining and I
still, fear to lose you.

How I suppose
to turn my mind
to right, whit the
whole world spinning
fast.

When the light
flashes to my eyes
up, at, one billion, eighty million
kilometers per hour.

"When I feel good I'm so free"
And when I'm free, I feel so good.

And if you measure
from here to here,
Oh!, wow, I'm a piece of shit.

No, wait, that's me.
Ok, so you have been
feeling the same.
Let me hold your hand
everything is gonna be fine.

So dry those eyes.
I know your ass is a mess.
had been fuck too many times,
and this isn't even the warm-ups.

Take it easy,
please,
don't mind.

Because
the whole world it's a piece of shit.

And, you know...
Every now and then.
It always falls apart.

Comentarios & Opiniones

Hades

Desciende la dolorosa y opuesta £"realidad".

Triste.

.muchas gracias por compartir su trabajo.

Dios le bendiga.

Amén.

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