lunes, 31 de marzo de 2008

lost in translation

Im in a row, im in a column. Im lost in my words.
And these words build a building falling in my lap.
The building is collapsing. Im trapped.
Between lines I try to swim, I hang in dots.
Im swinging with accents, I dance in my rhyme.
Im falling again and again.
And always will fall and land in a fucking point -->.

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