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El tiempo es nuestro ancestro,
todo antes era tiempo,
estamos rodeados,
ahogados, sofocados de cadaveres
que nadie ve.
Adunia caen inertes
los segundos,
losminutos,
las horas
y solo quedan
los recuerdos de algun instante.
Moriré como una hora
y solo habra de mí
un tenue rumor
que paso,
triste murmullo
que nadie oye.
Moriré
como el segundo
que me espera
agonizante y...
...ya, ya murió.
Bibiana Gómez
Bibiana Gómez am a graphic designer, but also I'ma be incredibly sensitive to all the arts
I love everything that is invaluable for its spirit, its strength ... so my intention
on this ride called life is to enjoy each of these treasures, either creating them or admirers
Painting, sculpture, design, music, poetry, film etc.
and get carried away by all that they give birth;
Love, sadness, despair, ecstasy, hatred, impotence ...
the...
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