like a dark atlas, carrying out forgotten weights, <br />we simply hollow those years full of role models, <br />wonders attached to rooms and annexes drawing <br />future empty houses where the echo, yet unborn, <br />still comes from ancient nowhere's and our heart <br />drowned in centuries of myself: and what shines <br />is already a dead star to reborn upon absent eyes <br />looking in every way to express any inside color.<br /><br />ramon lvdiaz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-miles-and-dismantled-parks-above-el-greco-s-sky/
