Category : Poems

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We live fast forward 
 All the things we could
  Take them slowly.

 Everything this life gives
  Will take us later when,
  Death takes away our right
  To breathe in it our eternity.

And when we believe
  Ourselves God, 
 We disappear into the abyss,
 Because we did not create the sky,
 We created as the Spanish say: "nada."

We always live on the verge of death,
  Doing things we don't even like.