Late at night. Laughter. Silence
And then ...
Fear of love and light
of the desires that are one of the evenings warm,
of bitterness left.
In the fight without fear
victories and laurels at dawn with salt and savannahs meaningful
Sundays afternoon moves, reading horoscopes
death to be a walk
Fear of going through other doors
De feel all closed
From dawn desire to live in distant
From listening
You can not
Now there is no time I'm not interested
There droughts both of them out leaving only germinate
new words.
is, the deep sacándote
is,
pulling me from hell
Without the pressure of the outbursts
Without the rain of molten lava,
magnet away at dawn.
Glass Eye
is broken and there is nothing that stands between the sun
of
smiles and eyes that devour light. Storms flatten
and discharged into the river sparks.
vortices are mixed in the center of fate, moan, road,
of sips of life in the boiling sand. Silence
And then ...
Without haste the boat moves through the waves with the wind
that goes into the storm.
Frost on day melts
in the bush waiting for the jet
night licking every corner where it bleeds, to heal. Corals
glued to the keel, the equinox happening
caramel color of your hair reflected the sun of day again. Breakfasts
smelling salt-shaking laughter and adventures, jasmine and freesia
, pens traumas,
vitreaux of our passions, our words
afraid.
And the fear that has gone to the sea and the night
to be,
which is no longer more ...
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