I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. -Pablo Neruda

Kamis, 19 Mei 2011

Today I Feel The Fear...

Today I feel the fear...
Looks like waiting for the arrival of monsters in the classroom...
Waiting for the supernatural forces attacked...
Dreams about the angel of death who comes once an hour...
And accompany my own coffin into the grave...


Today I feel the fear...which wouldn't could be avoided...


Hey you!!
Please, help me...help me...help...



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