is where dreams evaporate into hundreds of thousands of gray lenses. There are times where the trouble comes fast, you know ... When you are when you do, when we ...
The moon is too faithful ally. It melts on my shoulders, sometimes, like Judah embracing Jesus, then it hits, resonates throughout the brain, in every corner of my mind. If once and for all eternity we could ... We liked ... But who is we?
This candle is perched on the windowsill - in my lonely window, the last bulwark against the hostilities night - look at me with his red wax lying on the floor, hands shot in the ceiling. No sound and I hear Sigur Ròs echoing from the depths of the ages unto the limits of the species. The heart and poumme Toumma, inaudible, just sensitive. Stay! ... And if we had taken the time to tell. Everything. Would have been different?
in the mood I regret with a passion extinguished and cold to my stomach knotted ridiculous. I would have been different, as much as you. It seems that the figures are changing because the world is reversible. The cat flies, gracious in her feline race, sensual, precious, the dog is drowning, but happy is against trains submarines, these miraculous banks tits gold and azure. In the middle do I find? In-between, always at the intersection of these roads that invisible force me bar. Sometimes you, sometimes me, sometimes that, and yet other days even the Other. Where am I?
If only the memories do not disappear in my memory dirty ... Polished by time, wind-rock, the scraps that are left cronies, and that the moon is a traitor, dissolve when I did not realize their impending absence. And that emptiness, the abyss, the abyss, the abbess, m'abaissent ceases ... of ... exist ... The time is greedy, gambling to be prevails straightforward, legally: too many words for the ills afflicting never apprehended do a little more.
Yet the vast wave that is beyond window, plains, valleys, basins, oceans, countries and continents across the world perhaps, invites me to live again, a little bit, told me that this place some disembodied await the gathering of men, and they will wait, even if it does not see it coming, then they die will say "I lived for nothing, for while I lived. "
Let us lose all the strongholds of our ancestors, do not keep our nose to closed cases, when everything vanishes by the heights of an infinite universe beyond us.
The moon is too faithful ally. It melts on my shoulders, sometimes, like Judah embracing Jesus, then it hits, resonates throughout the brain, in every corner of my mind. If once and for all eternity we could ... We liked ... But who is we?
This candle is perched on the windowsill - in my lonely window, the last bulwark against the hostilities night - look at me with his red wax lying on the floor, hands shot in the ceiling. No sound and I hear Sigur Ròs echoing from the depths of the ages unto the limits of the species. The heart and poumme Toumma, inaudible, just sensitive. Stay! ... And if we had taken the time to tell. Everything. Would have been different?
in the mood I regret with a passion extinguished and cold to my stomach knotted ridiculous. I would have been different, as much as you. It seems that the figures are changing because the world is reversible. The cat flies, gracious in her feline race, sensual, precious, the dog is drowning, but happy is against trains submarines, these miraculous banks tits gold and azure. In the middle do I find? In-between, always at the intersection of these roads that invisible force me bar. Sometimes you, sometimes me, sometimes that, and yet other days even the Other. Where am I?
If only the memories do not disappear in my memory dirty ... Polished by time, wind-rock, the scraps that are left cronies, and that the moon is a traitor, dissolve when I did not realize their impending absence. And that emptiness, the abyss, the abyss, the abbess, m'abaissent ceases ... of ... exist ... The time is greedy, gambling to be prevails straightforward, legally: too many words for the ills afflicting never apprehended do a little more.
Yet the vast wave that is beyond window, plains, valleys, basins, oceans, countries and continents across the world perhaps, invites me to live again, a little bit, told me that this place some disembodied await the gathering of men, and they will wait, even if it does not see it coming, then they die will say "I lived for nothing, for while I lived. "
Let us lose all the strongholds of our ancestors, do not keep our nose to closed cases, when everything vanishes by the heights of an infinite universe beyond us.
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