Words. Silent drops. Making the desert wet. This orphan’s, from light, day. The times filled with pain spread screams to the living. The night follows the day mathematically. The river will keep the trace. As a buoy of life. It will hover the stores of Earth. Testimonies of eternal love.
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Speechless after the damage. Witnesses of our defeat. Settlers in a heroes’ homeland. Fans of cheap canning. Smudge in history.
Be tall at rough times. Hold your distance from the unbelievers. They are accidental. Fellow travelers. Ask for everything. Do not stand. You look like them but you’re not. You don’t sow evil. Even if you never, ever reap.
All these years. Every time. Principle. You climb. You don’t look back. You collect. You have. Your attention. On to the next step.
In your peace. You are late. You may fool around. Without guilt. Your dream touches the sky. You get drunk. A possessed certainty. Success. Chlamys. Ruddy. Pitched on the shoulders. It stands out.
Enlightened by dark. Generously sharing shadows. Mass. Settlers. In their world. They look alive.
The heart can not stand for long the lack of the image that makes it beat loudly.
In my footsteps in the shadows of people I smile secretly. A secret companion weighs my hours. It touches the wound of a battle that will not be peace or quiet. A real breath surrounds my dreams in a memory that does not punish the oblivion.
You do not know. Lost. You swim among experts. It’s Babel. You glorify him.
Crumbs. Small fallen joys. Here and there in life. They bring chaos/disorder. Sweet numbing. Opposed rules. Adrift. They lose their lines. A lauph fades them. Easy
