21 de agosto de 2012


I'm at war!
It's Like a bombing and explosions and my senses are lost.
Stun my mind what should be felt in the heart.
Grenade fragments pierce me ...
And like tele-guided pursue the ways of the heart.
War! I feel lost!
Surrounded! cornered from all sides!
Should I surrender?
I do not know more fight. No more guns or ammunition.
If I surrender ...
To whom (which) give myself?
War'm bombarded by what they called peace.
I'm tortured by love and desire for shelter.
Then I get up early, and I surrender,

I surrender to another day of battle.
Because after the war ...
Always 's heal wounds.
And live with the scars


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