Desired lies

I'm not lost


 
 

"... always desired lies coming from your open hand, extended until dawn ...
Nothing I hear now, everything is calm, and I do not know if I got rid of you ... I chase the hours you were in my bed to believe that even I have a way, to lie to myself at the end, as you did with me, and feel that I'm really not lost ... "

Raúl Barceló C, 2011