XXVII

XXVII

21 de octubre de 2012

El día más oscuro; 15 † 012

16 de Octubre de 2012


Pain runs through life
Pleasure’s other side
Fear, some say, gives us such long lives

There was nothing til the beginning
And the water from my eyes
Is because I care who dies

Although death is transforming
There is nothing after the ending

Everything is eternal
Nothingness does not exist
No thing has ever become nothing
And nothing has never become something
What is has always been and will always be.

  15 † 012








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