"crossed the last on the road and looked and could not mourn. Between dusk and dawn, did nothing to let go.
And that glowing fireflies walking slowly over time, escaping a world material, are swept away by the wind spirits.
And now go to their abstraction, give only peace and a smile, open and air to breathe.
stars Caen his robe, the fields are green to a glimmer of light, the prairie is now home where the stem emerges from the flower.
lied If life poems are parapets.
peach color One day, when we all are free, when the stones and nobody can eat more than anyone else, sing for me, if I'm not here.
The day is coming when we will be pure as a summer sky over the sea. Sing for you, if you're here ... "
Noting the slight movement of the clouds, transporting me through them to other cities, other streets ...
The green of the fields, mixed with jasmine aroma evokes memories of yesteryear in my mind ...
Snooping in old books traveled to the fantasy that emanates from its pages ...
invisible visible, my soul covers that dream worlds packed with blue and smoky ...
Overwhelmed
my conscience, calm my patience, tousled my hair resting on the seat of a wagon train
Living ... caught between darkness and darkness ... waiting impatiently to show that signal the end of journey, the journey's end, the end ...
Running around by seas of concrete and cement my mind goes back to the sound of noise caused by the sound of the wings of black birds that portend the worst and that fly around me ... As Infinity
ghost stations populate this trip to nowhere ... Save me ... the cliff is getting closer, do not let me fall ...
The roar of the train lulls my body, quieting my senses ... The sadness disappears while, I do not feel nothing, my heart has stopped beating, and now begins my life, born in the same instant that my death ...
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