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viernes, 25 de noviembre de 2011

THE LAST DEPRIVE


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LONG MORNING OF LOADS,
BELIEVES AND CHARMS.
LAST STONE OF THE GUANCHE.
HEAVY AND BLACK,
RUSHLY STEPS IN DUMBLES,
I SHALL REACH THE NO DEATH.
FACING THE UNKNOWN,
THE DOUBTS, THE FEARS.
REMEMBERED I AM NOT SCARED.
BREATHING THE POWER,
THAT DRESSED THE SURROUNDS.
AWAKE FROM MY SLEEPS,
THE WORD LIBERTY.
WITHOUT MEMORIES OF FASTS,
NO SKELETONS INERT.
THEY BELIEVE THAT…I LAUGH,
OF THE DATE OF MY DEATH.
SO CLOSE AND SO FAR.
PRIDES, OPULENCES,
VANITIES, NO THOUGHTS,
IN CRITICAL MOMENTS OF THE TIMES.
MIXED BONES, ABSENT SONS,
SCREAMS TO GET SOME AIR,
WITH NO DEPRIVES, WITH NO CHAINS,
REVEALING THE MISTERY BEHIND THE LIGHT…GOD.
SLOWLY WALKS, GENTLY LOVE.
TOGETHER FREE…BOTH.

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