Ertzetik
Kerobia
From the Guts
Can only see a little
from this black hole
from the world of feelings
from the place I'm drowning
towards you.
I reached out my hand
but you didn't see me
maybe too late
for me.
I don't worship anyone:
dying from wounds is better.
I walked seventy kilometers
with wounded feet
from the edge of emptiness
from the place I'm drowning
towards you.
