I was not driving, but on the road I saw a sign:
The Various Faces Of Texas
It grew dead plants around it, brushing on the gruesome side of the road.
Why did the title stuck in my head is not important today,
but what has come to mind in the following days is.
You summoned The Lone Star's Desire, from outside of your cave.
I have come to see I have moved mountains for you to blossom your desire into a black hole.
"and deep down into Silvia's Firmament."
-you bestowed towards the road-
Who's to care if I revolve around a movement of sand and yellowish lies that wraps around me, everyday?
I am not from your movement, and for that you are removing your own flag from independence.
There are quite a few flaws around here,
but you can see me building a spike tree, to save your own life.
"an apple is being thrown towards Silvia's firmament."
How could you be so sure?
The graces are overflowing in this room.
Let's move to the other one, Furthest West.
jueves, 10 de junio de 2010
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Me sonó como a "las varias caras de las personas" y esta parte: It grew dead plants around it me sonó a que es alguien aburrido/a.
I have come to see I have moved mountains for you to blossom your desire into a black hole. esta parte me gustó, es como lo que uno hace por la gente que más le importa y que a veces ni les parece importante lo que uno haga por ellos.
El párrafo que inicia con: Who's to care... me pareció como una crítica a algún movimiento o subcultura de esta época.
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