sábado, 13 de junio de 2009

Deep inside...

By: Angel Valles

I have come
from a land of completeness.
Missing every single face.
Wondering about snowflakes.
Upon the windows of my eyes.
Upon tiny grass from yesterday.

I have just arrived
to this loneliness of mine.
Searching last in Michigan
while running out of time.

Deep inside my trembling face
each lasting night.
Every freezing day
I am more or less the same.

Growing older,
still the same
and I know well...