lunes, 7 de enero de 2013


I make mistakes
I learn
I understand
I realise

and I make the same mistakes

until one day
I say, stop! -actually, I do not say it-
nor I think of it either
and I flee

because I did not feel appreciated.


I do not want to feel appreciated.
I want to break free

When I run
I am caught

There I am frightened
It hurts

But I have to break free
I must live
And that is the important thing.
I will be eventually blithe.

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