viernes, 16 de septiembre de 2011

Poem for Ray Bradbury

In a spaceship I am.
With nothing in between.
No moons nor stars. No cities nor nature.

Just darkness.

In which people are only ethereal beings
That only live in my head.
Why should I care who I was before
Or where am I heading?

When there is "no particular night or morning"

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