It wasn't me It was You, it was You who created , created me , because of You I am , I am of You, , created by You, created from You, born in You. it was You who created it me who created you
Wilfredo Mercado . All Rights Reserved..
The poser of charades
The sum of character
an integer
THE DAY IS BLACK THE MOUNTAIN NAMED MEASURING A CUP THAT HOLDS NOTHING
Subtitle
The SON THE SAVIOR THE SACRIFICE MINTED IN CRIMINALS.
They look at walls
Some days at floors
They sniff the sludge of time passing through like water and sewage
A doubt seeps in seeping in ? , of course of course
The Asymmetric labor of strength
a messy moment
and these and those and there
your other life stating so in testament That you are that other and not your own
Crushing the spine of delusions
A steady wave of constant reminders of stagnant shores
I see them walk by with a sight of forgetfulness
Not knowing what to do
What to say
Even the silence feels the pain
