Monday, November 14, 2011

Herrando

My new character express himself in a foreigner language.
I don't really know him, but wears my face,
fits my shoes,
shapes into my old' young body.
It's hungry, as me.
We both are hungry young men.
Poors, experts in waste time, in stand up again.
My new character is not afraid to discover new old scars...
but i do.