El holocausto

Esta la escribi cuando tenia 10 años y si no enteinde a que me refiero... pues a eso que descubrimos que somos y que queremos y que nos gusta que luego no podemos dejar de ser.

HOLOCAUST

I’m so tired of this pleasure

I’m so weak and so strong at time

I feel the sun but he doesn’t burn me

I feel the water but she don’t weat me

One time... I touch my problem

That begins the holocaust

This strange feeling of mix senses

This Knowles kind of expression

But I’m so scare 'coz I can’t stop this

But I’m so small under the desk screaming for help

Screaming for silence...silence.......silence

Looking those eyes.... Search them

I’m not really different

They make the difference

So where’s the problem?

I feel the sun but he doesn’t burn me

I feel the water but she don’t weat me

One time I touch my problem

That begins the holocaust

The holocaust

You know...he is coming shhhhh

He is coming I can feel her breath

I feel the sun but he doesn’t burn me

I feel the water but she don’t weat me

One time I touch my problem

That begins the holocaust

The holocaust.....the holocaust

He’s killing me

The holocaust is dissolving me