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I am haunted by night by a ghost of the past
I am strangled by day by a ghost from this day
and at dusk, when at ease I can stand,
I have toughts, all alone, of tomorrow
for not even a ghost will dare have
any plans of a future with me.

1 comment:

Libia said...

Tsss, nah, no comparto la última opinión... tengo refuerzos estadísticos!




Alguien me habló todos los días de mi vida al oido, despacio, lentamente. Me dijo: ¡vive, vive, vive! Era la muerte. (JS)