domingo, 11 de dezembro de 2011


"At the end of the day all we have is who we are"

Hide all the mirrors,
they serve me to nothing

All pieces of souls
Scattered in a stained glass structure.

I try to see what part of myself is there
And there is only

What I am not.
I change colors again

I am afraid so I try new rues
I try to become the world around me.

It makes me dizzy.
Yet I am not myself anymore.

I am sure I am not sure.
And you see I am

I was and am not.
No longer, then I am green again.

Will I be it again?
So my colors change and adapt (to what?)

Inside, it seems black and white.
A rainbow, in shades of grey.

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