Pages

My Writings

All my writings are for free
you can copy and paste them
anytime and anywhere you want to,
the only thing I ask you is to put my name on it,
recognizing my autorship.
Thank you

Search This Blog

Friday, July 31, 2009

Epidermal iron bars



This body that lodges me
-a massive concentration of space-time-
is a jail, is a prison…
of epidermal iron bars.

If I had been made from star dust,
if I am a free spirit and a spreaded soul
how come I have ended so cloistered
among bones and muscles!

How it is possible
that this inexistent time
can be my cruel gaoler?

I will come back into my mother belly,
restarting this torture
when death would reach me
again, and again, and again…

No comments: