
The tongue does not get enough. It greedily asks for more. To penetrate into the depths. To taste joy. In front of the altar. To take a breath. To keep life. Mother pleasure.

The tongue does not get enough. It greedily asks for more. To penetrate into the depths. To taste joy. In front of the altar. To take a breath. To keep life. Mother pleasure.

You can be happy. Without having. You Are. Part of the image. It does not belong to anyone. The image.
Great feat. Personal victories. They lovingly crown the difficult road.
You isolate yourself. In your personal screening room. You keep the negative away. You live in memory, Your own world gives new desires.

Staying alone to gaze the image. I was talking some times. Imperturbable. Traveling with you. Make an alliance with time. A tyranny that does not ask to end.

Mourning.A weather phenomenon. Made suns, moons and summers.disappeared. The moments are rolling in grey indifferently. A decision.. Over time. This is how HE swallows life.
You enjoy the image. Without sound. You can feel the words that haven’t been said.
Festivals are set up around you. They charge joy. Volunteers poets wear all their finery. It’s a race .For the time to be filled. And they lived happily ever after.
Alexander, Elina and Olga will meet, will expedience love, the medicine for the wounds that History opens to people.
Alexander’s journey to Texas will confront him with a reality he could never have imagined. He will learn that this is not the first time he meets these two women.
Their common fate knits the script as only she knows.They will face their destiny.
Human witnesses on a countdown, savouring every minute that is given to them in this life.

Enraged agonies hide the light. The dream carries you. You just have to believe it. Time is meant to be your ally. To live your own miracle.