This is writing that doesn't fit into any particular category. It's not prose and it's not quite poetry. It's not quite sane but it's something healthy. Not all of us have it figured out. I sure as hell don't. It's a series of locutions on madness and locura.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Al volar

Todos somos capaces de belleza
Eso te juro
Y de esto estoy seguro
Lo que ya tienes
Es todo lo que necesitas

Vuela.

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