When I was younger than my brain can remember,<\/p>\n
I was embraces by walnut trees, they became my ceiling,<\/p>\n
so when I was there my breath feel like oil from all that nuts falling,<\/p>\n
my head chocked with the creepling and echoing sound of the skull,<\/p>\n
they didn’t got squirrels, but smelled like soap and iron,<\/p>\n
my blood tasted the same as that tree before me,<\/p>\n
someone in the background will tought me not to be there,<\/p>\n
at the ground were buried the bodies of revolutionaries, and some witches,<\/p>\n
abuelita will said that her dad will visit some relatives near the aisle,<\/p>\n
because nobody get flowers to the cemetary away from town,<\/p>\n
Ciudad Victoria keep all that rumbling in my soul,<\/p>\n
remembering how the sound of locked lions was heard from a furthest place<\/p>\n
turn off some of mi biggest fears, but those are the ones that serve as seeds<\/p>\n
so when the time pass by become something from growth,<\/p>\n
my memory needs to buy that place and save it in this words.<\/p>\n
Hapiness is fake if you standarize it, but for our own<\/p>\n
could or should or must work, dunno<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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