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El mundo de Maus!
 

Dear Sylvia

The hours just won’t let me sleep again, every second, every “la”, every “do”, makes my soul tremble, makes me alive again. But I know I’m dying, as we all are going to die, because we are crazy and the world is too much for those who can’t survive the breathing of everyday without getting amazed.
I have always said that, I would die if I had lived in the time when cave men killed for living, I guess I wouldn’t even survived the childhood. But then again that’s why art exist: because there is crazy people. That’s what friend said: ‘you have to be a little crazy to write’, I guess you have to be crazy to do art… even to live.
Sometimes I imagine when I will die, but then again there is she, making longer my existence. And I worry to death, her foot is purple, and I am afraid.
Then again is the concern of my life, my own meaningless life. My hand stopped working in the week. It was just for a few moments, but it didn’t wanted to write anymore, it hurt so bad... makes me afraid. My hands and my eyes are my life…
Anyway we all manage to survive… or find a way to die, isn’t that what you did? At least the second time, stupid pills! We always take too much.
Have I showed you my poem, I know you will spit on it when you read it.. but is kind of how I felt, I feel, and will feel in certain moments of my life... so here it goes:

Angel of death

Why being alive and in love,
If is not my fortune to feel it,
I rather to go on with life,
And just friends to believe in.

But the heart is cruel and unfair,
‘cause he decided to see you
Oh! My body is in despair.
Oh! My heart creeds to be in you.

Get away angel of my dreams,
In me you everyday grow.
If you know how my soul feels,
You would die, so you must go.

But if to stay is what you decide
And with me is where you belong
I will open my heart so wide
Jut lo let your soul come home.

But we know that you won’t stay
And that I’ll see you leave me here
So I’ll cry as you run away
As my heart closes back in fear.

Thank you faith for I know what’s love,
Thank you angel for I know what’s pain.
I shall just wait for death to come home
So it brings me to life again.

I hope to hear from you soon
Sincerely yours…
The Human that rest in this body

pd. No, no estoy pacheco y no, no hay nada de que preocuparse.

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  1. Blogger Flexis | 6:12 PM |  

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