Feeling unknown terror that is unusual enough, but if you rationalize to realize the absurdity of their own fear and this makes us laugh. Read the following poem by Miguel Gaya, based on terror that produces a reading of the play The War of the Worlds , Wells (or its display film). It's so crazy and exaggerated, in this case, we us a smile enough. And the boundary between the Rissa and fear, sometimes, has a very thin thread.
War of the Worlds
( Miguel Gaya )
Oh mother
Martians of Wells Lord I do not lurk
That night the muffled
not prosecute me. I do not suffocate pinion
bring your electric weapon damage
That
evil Martians may land
amid the terror of the night
I removed it loved
nails breath with
cellophane bags Yo no quiero
to the marcianos
Mr. Wells
not love them
here
( Miguel Gaya )
Oh mother
Martians of Wells Lord I do not lurk
That night the muffled
not prosecute me. I do not suffocate pinion
bring your electric weapon damage
That
evil Martians may land
amid the terror of the night
I removed it loved
nails breath with
cellophane bags Yo no quiero
to the marcianos
Mr. Wells
not love them
here
The illustration is Sergey .
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