Diana Montes

Jyväskylä, Finland MX

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I am the dancer in the dark, the sinner of all time, the distant shape in the night, like the tanned sun. I’ll be the thorns in every rose you’ve been sent. I am the nightmare waking you up from the dream of a dream of love. I am the sun shining upon the tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail. I am the wind, carrying in all the troubles and fears you’ve for years tried to forget. The heretic sea beyond divine, a pray to a god who is deaf and blind, the last rites for souls on fire, three little words and a question why. People tell me “stay where you belong” but all my life I’ve tried to prove them wrong, they say I’m looking for something that can’t be found, they