Dienstag, 30. August 2016


View out of the windowdare passand take the empty streets of withby utopiaon the patch they wearthe end of love.dies a smile in the courtyardswith suffocating ingrimm.Thirsty nothing.small pale handsengage with the chains of the swingand can not live.the sandbox is no longer talkswith the wind and the sunflower.become useless grass and flowers.useless the tree that bears flowers.when yet the names of peoplewhisper to the branches of a tree lowered,when the lonelinessand the whisper of the name:justine, hans, justine ...went on the cold paths, not all was lost.But where are the,the revokedand say: living the love....trembles a leaf ...it drops a stone ...that's all.