Inhabitant. Shape of light that casts green plasmas and it wasn’t about the first vision I had. Evolutionary figure to the eye’s perception and its description makes me succumb to senselessness of a few verses, for now insufficient to the rewinding countdown of reason.

Sometimes it’s not enough to be standing before her because the calvary that’s being lived at the sunset it’s an explosive process that’s not capable of defining face to face this pseudo reality.

When the pen of the artist or his brush if for some matters we’re speaking about the oleo can’t just let go some actions that are following through in space and time.

Everything comes when you leave, truth stands still and lies eat the loins. You’re only you like me. Shape of evolutionary light to my heart shape.

First corporal war; unreachable lucid dream.

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