Naturaleza muerta

Facil caen las hojas de los arboles sobre su suave piel,
natura!
vida dentro de vida.

Cada hoja,
consigo lleva,
al espacio eterna.

Fragil fuente ambiental,
concedes la idea,
en el jardin o cementerio.

Planta que germina de los muertos,
mistica manta natural.

Naturaleza muerta.

Dibujos

naufrago

leñas y fuego

la hora espera el humo

llegando vuela

levitan sueños

fuerza de cambios

el amor, romance y pasion,

regresan nuevamente

sigue! sigue!

faltan solo 333 vueltas mas y llevas 2

divisions

i said i was gonna die in another country.

no. im gonna die, somewhere in this galaxy. cause nations are just identities that limit once perception of freedom. as i love another place and bc i was born in another-another place i can not be where i could be better? well, thnks to politics and the way kingdoms where made.

yet, no place is inmune to stupidity and corruption. and once one is petrified by the level of it in the country one lives, deception, anger and hopelessness is just as common as the weak thougths of nothing, as there is nothing you can do to change that.

only coorporations and the powerful does that.

so there is this lonely island in the middle of nowhere, called 'calaveras', where anarchism is their shield, and the weapon their body, a tool to survive.

nothing

positivism, sounding sacred sanctuary,

into the realm of loteries and ficticious fractionary movements.

fantasy, eternal negation,

is the concept of atraction,

while the tides hides from you.

nif

mostly nothing,

when the moon rises.

it is damaging to my eyes,

her brightness.