the farmer
jueves, 14 de mayo del 2009 a las 02:23
whispering black pipes
smoke embracing
day was sad
furious raining over our head
orange tornados freaking
a farmer calmed
reads his book
sitting
we saw the action
we called him
he ignores voices
and tornado sounds
nothing important
his attention concentrated on words
the wind was vast
we tried to survived
the imaginery



