You go on. Seeking. You are scared as you are breathing. You are not counting. It’s not the time yet. The next day you are looking for. Large and small explorers. In a conquered world. Like modern prospectors. A valuable thing. Freedom.
Category: My Blog
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140425 Fragrance
You read. Words are rain. They soak. Unique fragrance. Made for you. You want. Innocent. Her own hours. You believe. Visible and invisible miracles. She can create them with life.
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140414 The reason why
It gives. Look. Smile. Attention. You felt precious. Amongst human time. The joy to answer the reason why.
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310314 Games
You grow up without knowing. You make the sum. Unfriendly luck. Games. Part of the world. You play. They play with you. An animated movie moves under your feet. It takes you to the next track.You get on time. To choose the music. To find your space. To dream.
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140322 To save
The war is raging. Enemy inside the gates. It overshadows the hours. The battle. To keep the dreams alive. To save lives.
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140222 Perfume
It is raining at times. A perfume thought. It arouses. It moves your Earth.
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140214 LOVERS
To hurt. Not to be redeemed by sleep.
To fight with the waves.The high waves are like the bad thoughts. They plunge you.
Your breath shortens. You’re drowning. Little by litle. No you do not give up. Persistence. In an orphan life.
Keeping your fingers. Looking for knowing the geography. On her. -
270114 Bleeding by the curse of joy
Braided in golden hair. The lies. They look good. Inconsiderately. Shiny. Virtual reality, a net. Traps littered. They change their step.They bleed. The curse of joy.
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140119 Staring at
You stare at. Hidden horizon. Obstacles you have learned and others you do not know. You tramp every step. You hold up faith. Religious. Little God.
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301213 Egoism
You enlist. What you get. You look for leftovers between your strengths. Your every day is going away. Your life flies away. You are a viewer and a protagonist. You look for a shelter in the war. You lost peace. Your every step unfolds your after hardly. It’s an Indifferent meeting. An expenditure. Without the objective of the cause. An orphan path. It accompanies the befores. It grows what’s inside you. It makes it a world inside you. You choose. You’re not alone. You resist in time. You run out of it. You live. Without guilt. Your identity is a Halloween costume. You escape in the dreams of the living. A race. The egoism to be you.
