brainstreaming II - eyeless crazy corner of the square, a square too dark to see without being able to fight against them. Too clean as the broken glass of pure hearts. Without eyes, protected from the gaze of others.
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Wing fate chasing fragments of sand collected in meaningless idle hours watching the clouds of smoke in the rain softened tears that turned the earth into the ice tank odors. Pain. The shortness of breath that just to survive and becomes aware at the time of awakening. Morning cough that does not forget the noisy sleep night.
dimensions of possibility no longer believed in a single breath of wisdom and went beyond sea dumps. Lava flowed from his brain a useless pulp confused and turbulent. Like blood, like Carneia ideas. Welcoming empty because of that other life would have been fertilized. How did other systemic chaos from chaos and systemic forms of power that can lead to cognitive impregnated logical irrationality. And out of chaos, randomness show something concrete beyond a fate not believed.
Meanwhile felt that trumpet once more distant, echoing through the alleys of a city. Alleys from high buildings and sumptuous but dirty history. Sway the city and the lights shone from the wind weakened and unstable warm air to be heated. The air lulled by his voice, because it was she who declaimed smiles as sweet as grapes too ripe and undone. Sweet. Smiles singing voice for this fascinating and incomprehensible as a solitary figure who smokes on a table at sunset.
Sometimes we go along time without a lick of hard madness a while to not get our hands dirty of wisdom. How phonographs needle without damaging without saying anything. Shocked faces, sailboats killed, abboccanti veins to vessels backed by ambition abstruse. Quickly aligned, the stars age, arpeggios really haunting and wavering. Odd moments of clairvoyance that are not due to any lifestyle. Came from the blazing ferocity of a wolf unscrupulous (as thrifty lovers who do not share the bed). Drops of sweat coming down from the ends of the floor already ammonia. There is no more slavery in the past. Poor weather. Smelly mud softly medicamentosa. Blindness by familiar faces in the war are the same as a life poorly guarded.
A god who does not obey the beliefs of men do not deserve to exist.
unusual care, urgent care that leaves no way to time and over and denigrates. Benevolent concern that flies without any sign of him running and running without looking back. Harmless concern that tramples in its vehemence. Concern that forgives your every step but it is not known whether it will be too slow and does not let go.
Slow portends for reflection. Slow heaviness that drags on the ground wounded. Long shadows and soft.
all spring.
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fly kites that make children's hands and the land that runs on my legs. The sun heats the earth, the music I listen, the wind caressing the leaves of the tree and a jasmine scent that emanates. The lights that look at my eyes, the same eyes that close sleep. Rocks that break the waves and sea sailing ships. Clothes that I wear, the air that I breathe. My face with tears flowing for sad words that I think.
