We’ve never been modern.
We’ve been reading the same news
for years, for boring centuries now.
Then, how would you dare scratching your ugly nails
against that dirty ancient blackboard
of your useless solitude?
We’ve never eaten posh stuff,
our shite has always been safe,
their lenses may become rusty
in and out their mouldy cheesy breath.
We’ve carried our burden with joy,
our pond of flesh,
carriageless, weightlesness as it’s been felt,
and all of a sudden,
click,
we’ve reached Wankers’ Junction
just to fly happily over your smelly dead bodies.
VIAJES AL FONDO DEL ALSA 
Great Poem !
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Thanks a lot Leyla!! I really appreciate you’ve liked it!!
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Reitero las palabras de Leyla!
Y además la fotografía y la música son geniales también.
Que tengas buen fin de semana 🙂
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Vaya, gracias, Montserrat. Me siento muy afortunado a la par que halagado por tus palabras.
Abrazo «very, very huge»!!!
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That had a train behind the impact of those words my friend! Wow! Brilliantly written!
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Thanks a lot, Belinda! Your words mean so much to me, as I consider you an amazing author!!
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Oh … wow! My friend that is such a beautiful thing to say. You have given me the biggest smile. 🙂
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