Behind the frosted glass
clothes lying in the cold and rain
clay stones to disappear before reaching the ground .
the train passes under my feet
And I see people walking
Behind the glass,
where an ancient war broke out,
Where dinosaurs found
Dresses
yellow pants trying to catch birds of the sky.
I wanted to fly with the windows behind
And I just flew in my perfume, Perfume
violet and sweet, with a waterfall
Among steam chest and back. Before
I feel hollow inside out
Where you sat and feel you Waiting
cookie for coffee,
With a dagger in his hand
And in the other a salty kiss. Behind
crystals are living dead, winter and hell,
Ghosts fleeing loneliness,
In this cage called freedom
Seeking eyes distant and sad
That silent scream my name
Reflected in the glass.
North Bats
not understand war,
Laugh at the foot of my bed
While I watch the veins
After the transparent skin, full of grief. Before
A child born man sleeps
That wipes
And dream that flies to save,
With feathers come out of the fingers
Purple feathers, him Negro
Mas Alla de los Cristales.
Blas Nusier
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