Thursday, January 02, 2014

he respects
freedom. He even gets into
a fight

to preserve it.
sometimes it is a fight
against

himself. It hurts most
this time.

His hand slaps his
own face.

His fists hits his
chest.

He mouths bad words
against his
name.

Then he faces her.
Asking her: what do
you really want?

It happens that
paths divide into different
directions.

He respects her.
And he

bids goodbye. It's
final.

It is no surrender.
It is flying.

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