Once we were little kids
Past watch us from behind our shoulders
staring all the time, expecting our failure,
waiting for the time to appear,
self-locked inside our brains,
ready to stop us,
ready to dominate our present,
trash ourselves and lock the future.
Waiting for the moment we smile
to break all of our front teeth.
posted by Bravo *
1 Comments:
Una madre, no logro dejar mis comentarios en el poema de abajo el de la fe, los sueños y todas esas chingaderas que nos arrastran como remolque para que continuemos, bendita solucion , la 45 automatica seria maravilloza, casi tanto como tu poema, pero no creoq ue dispare tan duro y con tanta precision.
Bien Bravo, bien.
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