Guadalajara – Tlaquepaque
Legs, what for?
Words, what for?
Past times that can live no more;
unknown walkers that make me write these words that shouldn’t exist.
Unraveled secrets that I can’t lie about.
The past is past and for the present I have you here.
Flowers and roses passing by, “for the beautiful lady”, they say.
Flaming sky while you call me.
I can’t breath, dream and dream again.
Where are you my friend.
I close my eyes but I can’t see you.
Wheels that bring friends.
A trip that shouldn’t exist in a house that wants to tell us something.
Author: Juan Osorno
Materials: Multiliner pen