Wild Is she
When we met, she looked like these Mustangs who live in the wild. Gradually we never tame trample our freedoms, we learned to know us. Tough, without my permission, my planet, it took possession. Together, we control the elements, we assemble, we deceive ourselves and play, Overall, we dream that perhaps the hollow of our hands, born a new revolution.
Angels and Demons
Beyond our vision, our clinging to concrete towers, angels and demons lurk. The fire of our passions, they eat, they drink at the river of emotions, the least of our differences of opinion, and they delight us when we break for religions, they are watching without reaction and are doing are angels and demons, despite all the blood we shed.
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