Saturday, April 25, 2009


this minute is killing me

is undressing its time slowly
rounding its seconds
at small and regular

it doesn’t even know that
it’s mine
it’s going to be over
it will never come back

I accelerate
take pictures cry love hate

every passing moment
becomes more unique than the
previous one

between the penultimate and last one
a breath of air opens
I am afraid to take it

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