("Camouflage")
CÍNICA-mente-
"LOVE IS A SHIELD,TO HIDE BEHIND,LOVE IS A FIELDTO GROW INSIDE,AND WHEN I SOMETIMES CLOSE MY EYESMY MIND STARTS SPINNING ROUND.LOVE IS A BABYIN A MOTHERS ARMS,LOVE IS YOUR BREATHWHICH MAKES ME WARM,AND WHEN I SOMETIMES CLOSE MY EYES,MY MIND STARTS SPINNING ROUND.THERE IS A FEELINGTHAT FLOWS THROUGH ME,WHEN YOU ARE NEARYOU MAKE IT REALAND WE COULD LIVE FOR THIS IDEAL.AND ALL THE PICTURES WE RUN THROUGH,SEEM TO BE PERFECT,SEEM TO BE TRUE.BUT NOTHING IS QUITE FOREVER,ESPECIALLY STAYING TOGETHER.I DONT CARE NOWWHAT COMES ALONG,WHAT COUNTS IS US,NO MATTER WHAT WILL BE,JUST THIS NAIVETY.THE CHANGING WORDS WERE TAKING IN,SEEM TO BE PERFECT,SEEM TO WIN.BUT NOTHING IS QUITE FOREVER,ESPECIALLY STAYING TOGETHER"
¿El amor es
un caparazón,
un escudo,
un traje,
una armadura
o un camuflage?
un artilugio.
un arte insano.
la antesala del olvido.
amnesia que insiste.
perseverancia o capricho.
espejos antojos que estallan vidrios.
pulverizados, volverán a ser piedras
en la arena.
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