lunes, 2 de junio de 2014


An army in me
Will not figure the fights
And will amongst the wills.

This army within me
Will not provoke the dreams
Of lands as sins,

As an armistice of chokes
Ammended in clashes,
Enhanced by bright,

Illuminated flights
Within a single
Moment of thought.

An army inside of me, though
Speechless and redundant,
Can't express

Anger for others,
Compassionate for withdrawls.
An army that is harmless,

Troublesome and humble, still,
Afraid of fists,
Awaken in doubts.

An army that fought
And nevermore will.

                                                                                          Buenos Aires, 30/05/2014

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