Flor de agosto
Poeta que considera el portal su segunda casa
Where is the sand and seashells I love so much? Where are the salt crystals that sparkle in the sun?
The depth of my thoughts drag me thru the ocean floor. Plowing thru sludge and mud I struggle along. I know far above is the euphoric zone, but I have sank to the
bottom...
Skull and crossbones
I’m bathing in darkness seem to be alone.
Temporary madness is taking a toll.
Hoping that the currents push me along
towards an ocean volcano before the explosion...
Send me to the twilight... warm me up in the sun, the strength of hidden energies inside my inmortal soul.
The depth of my thoughts drag me thru the ocean floor. Plowing thru sludge and mud I struggle along. I know far above is the euphoric zone, but I have sank to the
bottom...
Skull and crossbones
I’m bathing in darkness seem to be alone.
Temporary madness is taking a toll.
Hoping that the currents push me along
towards an ocean volcano before the explosion...
Send me to the twilight... warm me up in the sun, the strength of hidden energies inside my inmortal soul.