onacarom
Member
Time is a crazy wheel that hoists us and immerses us while taking off our clothes and leaving us naked
in a space full of numbers.
Best regards
Everything turns so fast
that the past overtakes me
and my steps lost the thread
between clouds of stumbling
Everything turns so fast
that the nights and the days
and its moons and its years
they escape between my fingers
Time and hours that move away
and they hide in your feet
Marks, stripes, that are maps
of treasures in your skin
in a space full of numbers.
Best regards
Everything turns so fast
that the past overtakes me
and my steps lost the thread
between clouds of stumbling
Everything turns so fast
that the nights and the days
and its moons and its years
they escape between my fingers
Time and hours that move away
and they hide in your feet
Marks, stripes, that are maps
of treasures in your skin