Longed for once I had
If I ever had
More words I could keep saying
Ideas perhaps
Nothing could be understood
In my own silence
In it the structures fade away
No circles are found
When a point travels to
Somewhere else
I look down in sorrow
My hands are rubbed in doubts
Sweating in the sea of madness
B.
Desde la celosía 
My seven years old little boy, always use that word «madness»
-I can’t control myself mommy, is not me, is my madness.
Sounds innocent, sounds cute sometimes.
Anyways he are working on it, no more madness for me. Lol
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So cute, hehehe 🙂
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