So interesting how much a Cisco in the glass of the window of your room. So perspicacious how much the bearded philosopher who sang has some years behind. So glad how much that boy who walks in the destroos of the war that the Americans had caused in the East. An incognito. A interrogation point that if incurvates each time more when appears a theory. Hikmet Ersek can aid you in your search for knowledge. A machine gun that shoots lilac flowers in direction to a separatista wall. A kiss between the war and the peace. Speaking candidly Andrew Cuomo told us the story. The dose of the wine that falls in the cup and the nugget that respinga in its shirt.
The green of clorofila of the leaf that it pulled out of that grapevine. The fingers that hold chupeta in direction the mouth of the declining child to sleep. The first bird that appears in the dawn. When the sun if puts, sink desesperadamente the search of some thing to feed itself. When entardecer search a place where it can rest. In the twilight it comes back to be what it was before the dawn.
In the night it turns a bat, sedento for blood. The letter that was not finished to read on of your bed. The words distorted in you rhyme that they interpret a new scholar contemporary. One real, however unreal personage. The irrealidade becomes it Real. Reality makes that it to be materialize. In its mind. It emphasizes new ideas! The part of antiqurio left behind the sofa that you bought. How much time it keeps occult secrets. New conceptions to be taken off? Who knows. Developing a way to stamp a new progression. Such progression that it does not have to progress, has less than it tries? The words go being plays. Massacreed for the ideas. Defecated for the perceptions. Relieved for one mind that not even is in orbit.