domingo, 3 de febrero de 2013

DON´T CALL ME TODAY


PHOTO by Blanca Langa












Now, when I know  I will die alone,
That you won´t hold  me when I die.
That nobody´s going to hold my hands
                                            this afternoon
-because it will be a December afternoon
when I decide to go-, don´t call me.

I forgive you everything.
There´s nothing more to talk.
I continue dying.
I´ll still probably dreaming.
                                                                                        
  BLANCA LANGA