lost

"Pero como el amor
los saeteros
estan ciegos."

unlike the archer, we, as a rule, with a few exceptions scattered here and there and everywhere, are half blind.

but i, do see. i can see in my thousand kaleidoscopic visions.needless to say i love them. each one brighter than the one before. like each string i have left behind, weaker and thinner. each one grows dimmer while walking backwards.


I have lost myself in those colours.

Many times....

i wish to be lost again.