
Like those summer days when you dive into the sea. You take your head out of the water. You smell watermelon. The picture sticks like a decal in in your mind. The fragrance remains. Thus. As you remember your great love.You are.


Like those summer days when you dive into the sea. You take your head out of the water. You smell watermelon. The picture sticks like a decal in in your mind. The fragrance remains. Thus. As you remember your great love.You are.
You open new chapters. You can. You don’t get scared. The balance goes slow. You breathe away from your goal.
The answer is love. An orphan question. It hurts in vain. Lost in human masses.


You had the time. To listen again. To breaths interspersed words. Separate. Caressing the ear. They can.Blow life.
Can be. A season. A flood of aromas. It creates fire. Acceptable risk. To belong. You feel alive.
Measure the new. Without yesterday. You want. To find the station. To reach. A hug. To let the borders be buried. Inside her. Crying. Fertilizer. Sprout new life.

You carry dreams. You deny the limits. You make the ride. Yours. You easily get indifferent. You mark. Wounds sprout everywhere. The colours do not fade. Fortunately.
Details are recorded. A series of instruments work together to make them yours. Divine technology. You carry her. Precious cargo. It is not threatened by time. It keeps her alive. Love.
Baptismal font baptizes you every time you are near you

The words lose their value when their root hovers without being into your soul.