Nothing matters anymore, really,
except for this cold,
and the lack of air in my lungs,
but, as I said, it doesn’t matter.
If I only kept on breathing
once, twice, three times,
just until you close the door
and press the elevator button.
One doesn’t need air to die.
10 enero, 2011 | |
If only ...
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