Thursday, August 18, 2011

Blurred ...

how i could get so blurred:
if trust is a word,
and if since the years of ancient,
words are ever so transient,
so isn't trusting like betting on a flying wild bird?

.. you'll never know what you're going to get by trusting words, that is ..

looks like my words don't make sense today
.. i so want that cold cold  cerveza again!

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