30 abril, 2016

Experimentando.

[POEM ONE]


LITTLE BIRD.


And a poor little bird
has fallen from the tree.
He thought he could fly,
see the world at its best
-and at its worst-,
do whatever he want.
He thought he could experiment
a whole new birth.
But the problem was
(Oh! Poor little bird)
that he wasn’t free. 





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