War. Dressed up as friends. To break the peace. Enemies. The target is you. You don’t lose a battle. Weapon. The love.
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141019 Choice
Time is running out. You stop. You smell the air. The light spreads. No details are lost. Rebel. You refuse to breathe. You choose to live.
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141013 Listening

Resistance. You listen. To voices. You don’t let the words pass through you. You are a watchman.
In sanctuaries that only you kneel. -

290914 Pure dream

You are looking for something. A pure dream. You are hunting it. In vain. You don’t give a thought. It charges the lost life which is alive. It browses through time.
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140920 Future
You project your future. Resistance. Every now and then you ask. With the gaze fixed. Eternal soul.
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140915 Dressed
Steps back. Dressed. Buried dictate. Words insignificant. Thrown left-right. Together with the shouting of the moment. Plowed fields. From professional observers. They sell the applause. Wretched. The under and the over.
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010814 The hours
The hours. The lines. White spots on the asphalt of time. Endless. They suggest the anticipation. No ally in the struggle to reach. Bereft the mercy of the exit. In the battle that you give in order to. To be lost from the last station.
Time is the enemy. Not a friend. It oppresses joys. It helps sorrows.
It’s just a test.
The discovery of your life is the smile that you did not cause. A shadow that is not yours. It makes the difference. It has color. It has smell. It has voice. Sound. You are embraced by music. Looks like you are full of ears. You are Inundated. You feel. You don’t see.
The laws of physics change. You exit the tyranny of gravity. You start to believe. You gives science fiction some space. To the new dimension.
You easily dive in the white pages. You feel thirsty to fill it with words. You are an original explorer. Looking for those who can carry your images.
You laugh at the time. One step at a time. You load words outside the lines. You conquer the right to live. You try hard. Joy fills your pity. You forget the human rules. Your wants is your new hunger.
An unrelenting lack numbs the move. Without knowing you follow your instinct.
People hardly accompany people. An unknown. Fate. Star-cast gun on her smile. It goes through the moment. A photo in the universe. Indelible trace.
You take the road counting the steps from it.
To hurt.
Punished that you lived it. -
140725 Occasionally
Ungrateful. They bathe in victories. They do not honor the struggle. False value. Lost in time. Occasional shine. Fades. Doomed. Without a trace.



