ESTRAGON: Let's go.
VLADIMIR: We can't.
ESTRAGON: Why not?
VLADIMIR: We're waiting for Godot.

Samuel Beckett
Waiting for Godot

lunes, 28 de noviembre de 2011




not anymore. not anymore. not anymore
it's raining tears in the bubble of fragility, i'm drinking acid with some drops of whiskey. 
no ice, no regrets.
i want to get lost in the forest. no map. no compass. no stars
pain is mute, sun is gone
smoke is set



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