Music fading, bombs exploding Fire burning, souls are crying The street lights are not enough The sounds of night are not enough I wish I could forget But the corpses… they’re all there Silent screams stalk me in my dreams Make me weep and I can’t sleep Emptiness has dragged me here And now I can’t escape from fear Don’t want to feel Don’t want to live Hollow voices… they say nothing Ghostly faces… they see nothing Disturbing eyes… they feel like ice Darkness and numbness, come along with my s

Los años se escurren, cual reptil, de entre las manos, y hoy soy más viejo mientras tanto seguimos aquí preguntándonos si bien haremos en no mirar atrás y seguir, si somos, o ya no, dos extremos, si guardamos la lluvia de abril que nos sedujo con sus recuerdos... (...)

Music fading, bombs exploding Fire burning, souls are crying The street lights are not enough The sounds of night are not enough I wish I could forget But the corpses… they’re all there Silent screams stalk me in my dreams Make me weep and I can’t sleep Emptiness has dragged me here And now I can’t escape from fear Don’t want to feel Don’t want to live Hollow voices… they say nothing Ghostly faces… they see nothing Disturbing eyes… they feel like ice Darkness and numbness, come along with my s

Recuerdos latentes de emociones y vivencias hechos verso.

relato corto escrito por Yerko Tapia Flores

Libro de Versos y Anti-Versos