Happy birthday, Omayra.

I'm a name,
I'm a mind,
A body walking towards
A ship on the shore of this vast ocean,
Immense blue,
I'm the words I can't say
The thoughts I don't have,
The years I will last,
The images I'm done with,
Contemplating my finite existence,
A spark on a profound night,
As in a dream,
Everything surrounded
by having nothing.
Shame doesn't exist.

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Invëntor said…
Awwww gracias por el detalle, Meche es bueno saber y contar contigo en cuestiones literarias. Saludos y gracias por compartirlo (:
November 11, 2011 at 10:57 AM
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