Robot attack my kneepitSometimes I dream I have my leg again.
I dance my magic dance through the jungle to try stop the big robot machine that would come take away life from my kneepit.
I dance so hard, in the morning I wake so tired.
I look out and count the tears that fell from the sky in the night.
Sometimes I give my tears to the ground - so one day some new life can grow.
Maybe one day my leg grow back too.
Until then I can dance and fight in my dream.
3 comments:
hi, I like your drawings!please beware of robots, hold on!
ciao
Oh Pablo! Your stories always break my heart. You're an inspiration.
You would have made a groovy cowboy, but it's better that you weren't, stay on the right side, don't become one of the gringos. Peace.
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