Absinthe

The Art of Salvation

It feels like contrition, like trascendence, like rising and falling, like the life-giving throne of letters.

This is the Messiah of despair. This is the Messiah of madness.

Threatening your life. Threatening your gods. Threatening your Mara-ridden life.

Blue skies
all of them gone
only I remain.

publicadas por Germán @ 10/16/2008 07:35:00 a.m.