Separated Ways.


March, 4th.

She left. She left me behind, like a shadow growing in the dark.

I don’t know where, but she flew far away.

I am lost… Living in a basement, below the garbage.

I need to paint something new. I need it.

Need to reach the perfect art.

Need it for recover my wife and my daughter.

She left me wounded. She walked away, blinded.

Darkness sill cursing my soul and my life.

The tempest is near.

The torment is in front of me.

What do I have to do now?

-Written by Alejandro Viloria. Friday, 09/30/2016.


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