viernes, 9 de mayo de 2014
Flores / Flowers
Como una pesadilla que nunca se acaba se fue marchitando lo poco que le quedaba. Le arrancaron la vida, le arrancaron de raíz lo que mas quería. La arrancaron, como a una flor frágil y dolorida. Sin ninguna explicación arrancaron su alma herida.
♦ They ripped her soul, they stole from her heart that she loved.
They took it without permission, without explanation. She asked and only silence answered her.
Like a nightmare that never ends, it withering what little was left. They took her life, they ripped her what she wanted more. They ripped her, like a fragile and sore flower. Without explanation, they ripped her wounded soul.