Donde habite el olvido: Como los erizos, ya sabéis, los hombres un día sintieron su frío. Y quisieron compartirlo. Entonces inventaron el amor. El resultado fue, ya sabéis, como en los erizos.
--LuisCernuda

agosto 15, 2013

Not where I belong

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Photos, 
laughter, 
climatized enviroment, 
high heels.

suits and ties, 
smiles and lies.
Doctors, salesmen
Models
Waitresses

A remix out of tune
A concert of despair
a society is toward ruin
When helpers need repair

Not here to learn
Not here to help
Just to be watched
And compliments earn

Just see their eyes, 
their face and words
Their staring sight
At others' robes

My stomach twists
Revolves and moans
Not hungry but sick
By broken oaths

A sacred calling
Turned to business
Hunger of fame
And thirst of richness

Cant merge their greed
With sickness' tears
Wont find a place
'mong healthless years

30minutes never took so long
But it was needed
for me to see
and realize where I belong

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