The laugher of a mad God

It happened,

the void mutate in reality and

all around us

a perfect white-blue.

Silence filling the air, like

thousands of pianos crying

for the dead

of the perfect pianist.

We, the people, and everything that ever existed

became abstract ideas, smoky something

like the last cigar.

And the poetry and the songs, all started to fade away.

De pronto, 

a laughter started to fill the space,

the laughter

of a mad God.

6 thoughts on “The laugher of a mad God

    • gracias. La verdad es que no me acordaba como se decia de pronto en ingles, asi que lo escribi en español, y me gusto como quedo asi que lo deje.

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