Not looking for the signs. No sound symphonies tied with desire. Dawn under the same sky.
Not looking for the signs. No sound symphonies tied with desire. Dawn under the same sky.

Inhumane spending. To kiss strangers. You are committed personally. You bear seemly threats. To succeed. You put on the greasy suit of the elected. Willing. To leave your trace. One more stain in the bad times.
There is a journey. Without a destination. Starting point. As soon as you close your eyes. Free from gravity. Without a time commitment. You conquer distance. No untrodden borders. Horizons pile up. Unknown worlds. Soaked in ignorance of danger. You don’t search. You see One. Faithful companion. With her the universe seems small.
Words with no sound. They pass inside you. They bloom a new joy. A perfume. A conquest. It wins time.
Mirrors. Distorting lenses. They enlighten the willing. They are mistaken. They struggle. To hide their ugliness.
You are careful. You do not dare. Small protections guard the craving. Visible. Colours black and white moments.

Separately needs gather defeats. Dressed in grey the reds revenge stretch out. They are thirsty. Teachers to become. In a dead fairy tale.

A Distance. An attitude towards life. A sneaky enemy that sieges you. Erases your trace. You spend your toil . You will miss it. Pure naivety. A tulip. Planted in the desert.

You are losing constantly. Numbers add anniversaries. They remove strengths. You play a game. To laugh at life.