jueves, diciembre 02, 2010

I Dreamt a Dream About Dead.

After the worst night, comes a rather dull day.
After seeing little girls die, pools of blood at my feet;
I sit here and transcribe notes for the designers.
After hours of smelling rotten skin and finding body parts;
I sit here and translate texts;
Spanish to English,
Spanish to French.
Girls to Bodies,
Girls to Pieces.

After the worst night, comes a rather dull day.
Last night I failed them, their deaths hung on my soul.
Today I am efficient and responsible,
the web page is going great.

Capaz

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