Greetings and blessings to all the hivers of this community of #blackandwhite.I look around here to participate in the #Monomad Challenge, for which I put at your consideration a bunch of images on my family environment and the dark circumstances of these times, which I dare to mix with furtive and indócile verses that inhabit me, they push me towards the most acute extremes of these times, on this island.
I put together in this body, the rubble in which yet I live.
The nights are different blood inside.You dig and you can't find the door to flee.
You turn your face and numb you in all the memories you confuse.It is difficult to discern the weight of the soul when it vague, all colors so time plays to make you to come back.
In this coming and going of spectra, one usually recognizes the adversaries, you carry all their teeth in the flesh, marked as warnings that are stacked on your wishes to tear the mantles.
The least luminous, those who do not move away, have pending accounts and the sunset will be like a network to trap snakes.
Every day is a blow, an ram that appears from the inside, to release the strings, the chains to which they are fastened as fishes, our souls.