♫ "The footprint espiralaza an invitation but a rejection ... its complicity and its beauty swaying eternal, pointed ears and hair, as embraced kittens ... "♪
(Rosario Bléfari)
me (:
* I apologize for my crashes and thanks for the coment's (:
a fetito man who once saw in a morgue ♥
TREE OF EXILE
They sounded
would sound like a tribe of gnomes
trance dancing in the fire
liturgical
them and us, we
them.
Nature
manifests and sing like birds, men, crickets, sea ...
The music of a summer sun-ritual
was the pen
danced and danced in the air, light
she, like her,
music.
saw some things I saw
elves dancing in the branches of the tree
exiles happy
uncertainty.
Someone peeled an apple and then eat
shells
and beside a mountain of apples
shelled,
rested
white blocks, rusting
and an angel and a transvestite holding hands
and a strange woman with eyes painted over,
with open eyes,
walking with his gestures, swaying and talking to herself
or talking with the devil
(that cute).
Just in case I emptied a bottle of ice water on the head
drunken delirium to cool and then told
flowers of a thistle:
two
1 3 5
four
six
7 * * * * * * *
were seven, one was dry
What does that mean? "He asked" I do not know
are nice, I think.
my collarbone
Charlie.
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