la poesía del viaje o el viaje de la poesía Google+
martes, 28 de abril de 2009
I feel as if life could go on without me. Nothing can stop time. It goes on and on but life could surely go on without me. It's sad but true. I feel it. Things around me and things inside me. The real life always inside me. Bubbling. Ready. Real. Outside just a mockery. An appearance of life, never true, never real, a fake. If I could stay inside my head 24/7, I happily would. Unfortunately, economy rules, not our real selves and needs. Yeah, sad but true!