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MY HEAD

One day
not know when my neighborhood was filled with crocodiles and pirates
tie ...
that steal your soul take you
wadding,
that take your money.
And the end of the day you're hungry
and desire to mourn
because just when you turned
all decency forgot

mother took you and there is no God
neither religion nor science nor bread
or heroes or anything like it.

From one day to another neighborhood
is a jungle full of beasts and dream catchers

murderers of free men to leave no crumb
used to take advantage of someone who suffers from a dream
and at the start night, just want to mourn
sea of \u200b\u200bdisappointment,
but have been to your tears ... did

formally as a legitimate theft
in easy installments by the thousands.

my life I wish I wake up,
because you might not find me
may be the price, the value
,
currency,
my head.

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"Congratulations," said the owner of the bar where he had left my last coins and the rest of humanity that still had. Congratulations, repeated for an answer that my brain was slow to deliver "Congratulations," I replied with a mechanical gesture that formed.

not understand why this man wanted me so felcidades "Congratulations for what? - I questioned. It is my birthday, I married tomorrow, I did not win the kino and I have not accomplished anything and, worse, he does not know me ... Shit is December 31! I told myself not scandalized by date, but for my forgetfulness. Another new year

alone and with nobody around - What could I do? In fact, nothing. He was alone and happiness neighborhood had changed long ago, maybe he was dwelling on a desert island by sending messages in a bottle for the find. However, today my life was just full of calamities and so was launched in 2008.