sábado, 26 de março de 2011



Damn panda or worst


No, I don´t feel

Alone

And I never did.

When I´m alone

Or even when

I just feel

Like I´m surrounded

By a strange emptiness

Of beings

I just feel

Near extinction.

I feel loneliness

In a different way

And it is the same

At night inside a empty

Room,

At noon in a crowded

Bar,

In the morning

With two more feet

Down on the bed,

Always the same feeling,

As I´m the last specimen

Of a useless weak specie,

Born not to last

But to be at least, lost.



B.

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