Sunday, January 18, 2026

A WRITER'S LAMENTATION TO THE LONELINESS OF PROMETHEUS


To live the day singing
A new song
Each dawn

Having given my song to light and warm...
And
No one hears the fire in my words

And every rosy-fingered dawn
I'm chained to this rock
A new song grows

And my endless penance
Is no one will hear it

And time devours it
Every night
To grow again
Tomorrow

And again...
The bloody-beaked vulture mocks me

3 comments:

Noticiero La NFL said...


Los Seahawks arrollan 41-6 a los 49ers y avanzan al partido por el título de la NFC

Los Seahawks ganaban 7-0 a los 13 segundos de juego gracias a Shaheed, quien recibió la patada inicial y la condujo 95 yardas hasta la zona final - anotación!!!.

Anonymous said...

His is a tale of sorrow. "Al mal tiempo buena cara." Fuck every one else, Prometheus.

Anonymous said...

La condujo, El Guey!!!

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