Etiqueta: newyork

“What should I possibly have to tell you, oh venerable one? Perhaps that you’re searching far too much? That in all that searching, you don’t find the time for finding?”
–Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

  • Nueva York

    Nueva York

    Everything was built on a fantasy The fantasy of someone The fantasy of somewhere The fantasy of flying. All the world was nothing but the illusion The illusion of existence The illusion of escape The illusion of being real. Each memory was edited For the magic For the mystery For the dream. And as soon as…