I have seen him barefoot with a stick in his...
drawing enigmas on the ground...
The adversary... smothers,
in an ever thickening shell...
If there is one thing i know,
is that I am true to myself...
I look at my present condition and
I let out a few tears...
Cabeza:*
"We are the hollow men...
I long for you - day and night,
missing your warm embrace...
I cannot see the future
And I do not see the past...
Apathy permeates minds,
drones replace thinkers...
Early days
seized chaos...
If only time would run like a river,
yet into the opposite direction...
The sight of grandma
in her slow walk towards the sink...
Life's Bitter Harvest
time...