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  • 150713 – 7 letters

    Your thought is uniquely separate as the oil not tangle with water. Clear. Swims in the seas of my mind. I discovered a life. In your eyes reflects the love and I savor a hug that does not fade.

    Le Days – That Love

  • 290615 HEARTS

    290615 HEARTS

    Stormy days bordered despair. As an evil tale. Drains the breaths. Awkward switch. The day receives from the night. Hanging in the Ferris wheel dipping slowly into the ground. In a moment we will look everything from above. A privilege that you lose in the cathode. Until you stop recognizing when you’re up or down. It’s that moment when the sounds stop reaching your ears. The vibration. It becomes color caress prayer. It is the beat of your heart.

     

  • 150620 Moment

    You open and close your eyes. It is there. Beautiful. Doric. Your own moment.

  • 150615 War games

    Line on her. Spots. The gardens. The squares. Emphasizes the shadows. Bathed in the light with her. Shares happiness/joy. Loyal soldiers your eyes. They hide beauty. War games. For mortals.

     

  • 150523 Vanity

    The shame is gone. People don’t ask. It grabs. Fair-unfair. Unimportant words. They ruin lives. In the wake of human vanity.

  • 150517 Sparkling words

    Time passes. Unimportant hours. Her words are sparkling . They light up a target. Not to be lost. Following the route to find yourself near her.

  • 300415 Emergency exit

    300415 Emergency exit

    Small and big breaths. Countermeasures. You look around. Searching. One image savior. To take your attention. Far. To free you from today. Ruthless your circled from their imagination. Your preoccupation. To find.
    The emergency exit.

     

  • 270415 Traveler

    270415 Traveler

    Unspoken wish. Whisper. It gets lost on the air. Traveler. He will arrive someday. Indiscipline system. Dispose the failure. The nights. The eyes read the oblivion.
    The thought flies in the embrace that does not belong. Without fear. With a moon conspirator.

  • 150424 Without

    Faithful among them. No cassock. A pray. Mother. Light of the soul.

  • 150419 Gravestone

    A slow maturing people. There is hope. In 360 years of democracy it will eventually rise. Once. Some generation will put them the gravestone.

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