Return to Hansala

Return to Hansala * * Inspired by the movie of the same name more than ever set foot in the dim light of día.Cada mundomuestra watch a different time and had not dawned triste.Ojalá nunca.Es death ojos.Porque speaking with is all-as stated in dictum, so close to my eyes, so far from my life.

If what you say is true, the soul is a letter refers, but is dirección.Y her bare ground in many eyes, mingled closely with death, that end so far from its origin, the salt water, that second .. .

I went many times to see the horizontea the foot of this South Beach-Paradise-

towards death, that God in my eyes naufragiode veces.No many would have believed it, but death wants to look ahead, sleep in the distance is so bright.

Have you seen this mañanacómo periódicocon grits his teeth on his hard punishment? The vest has no hope salvavidas.Y silence says it can not oírseme says that his face could be cualquiera.Silencio that is everything and can not be heard.

You understand that someone respira.Que todayThe world-please-close your ojosblancos as flashlights on the edge of mine, cover your skin with satin oil in my heart manta.Entra mediodíacomo a hanged man in search of his rope.

There are so many paths marked on the maps, still dream of men with arms abiertoscon find a land like a piece of bread, a little place under a different sun, and dignity for their hijos.Mientras seek both the shadow of a smile unfortunate crepúsculoesboza .

The sun kisses her all the shadows frenteentre anochece.Rachid immediately todavía.Y is none other name repatriate destino.Es life, this body, a return to Hansala.

Death at any time of day or night.