las serpientes rojas
Cuidado con las serpientes rojas, Cuidado con las serpientes rojas, Promesas y fracasos.
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Cuidado con las serpientes rojas, Cuidado con las serpientes rojas, Promesas y fracasos.
Upon my feet, Waves crash for the fight. Lose my footing, Push to keep.
In and out of sleep all day, with nothing to eat.
You don’t need tanks nor drones. Lay down your guns and your swords.
Flew to close to the sun. Fear it has only just begun. Lost and alone.
My left ankle rests upon the right. My heel and lower calf are pressed firmly against the footstool upon which I lie.
Like a high-pitched whistle that sends dogs wild, like garden sensors scattering cats or birds.
To be alive and to be loved Happy and homed. Only to be lost in body and mind Isolated and alone. Akin to a prison in this, my only space Sleepless, yet I’m forced to pace. What will become of ME?
Day 17, they said it would be 5. The waiting game I am forced to survive. Every time I wake, dread fills my soul. Each anxious hour takes its toll. I check my emails to see if the insurance will cover me My battery drains away Will they pay?
Used to run marathons, And drink Irn Bru. Walk for miles and miles, Rise early, enjoy the view.