lunes, 26 de abril de 2010


It hit me hard, I couldn’t avoid it.

A strong smell of putrefaction engulfed me, as I got near to the corpse that laid in the middle of the street.

I looked into to the dead face,

something inside off me screamed.

That nose,

those lips…

were the same ones,

I always saw in the mirrors.

Maria Fischinger @ 2010