Because it's art
that fills us inside.
In the st(art).
In our he(art)s.
Because it's the rain
that pours inside,
and fills me with pain
in any fucking time.
Because are tears
what slow down my face;
in slow motion
to be felt.
Because is she
that makes me feel,
with a kiss as a gift.
Without art, without tears.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poemas cortos para días largos
PoetryNo existen cuentos de seis palabras. Yo me rebelé y los escribí. Más de doscientos poemas de música, de tinta y papel.