She violently caught her prey, Becoming a kind of a hunter. It met a deadly fate, As a fish out of the water. Minutely,its details she saw To understand the message of it. No one seeing, for sure, Her trying to hide in a pit. Her ecstasy was flowing As she kept going on. She didn’t hear the growling Phantoms at the next door. Feeling satisfied with her scrutiny The cover of the book she closed. Now, her next prey waited gloomily Since the end of its life had come. [[ Poema inspirado, en un microcuento que escribí hace años. Lo hice como un trabajo para la Universidad ]]
Comentarios
qué ha sido de ti??, hace milenios que no hablo contigo!!!
no se pq me da la idea de que tas tristecita.. te pasa algo? comunmente escribes cuentitos como de llantos, heridas, recuerdos melancólicos, etc.
tengo ganas de dar un abrazote, puedo darte uno?? =3
cuando te podré ver otra vez? tengo ganas de conversar + largo y tendido contigo!
espero que estés bien y te pueda ver prontito!!
chau!! ^_^
My english is getting worse without your teachings :(
PD: Only you can find the cure to this hurt, but I'm here to help you when you need.