Thursday, November 05, 2009


How fragile is life
When foam comes out
With happiness

When foams comes out
Through the mouth
Of extradited secrets

Decorating the bridges
And tall buildings
Of the cities in your mind

A rope
Is only an instrument
Of distance

A knot
Is what happens
With careless breathing

A bridge can serve
As a roof
A bridge is
A pendulum

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