Insomnia and Fantasy in monstrous pairings are procreating. His creations, such as tight and stunted seedlings, struggling to expand its fantastic there, fighting the atoms in the memory as the little juice from a barren wasteland. Necessary step is to open deeper waters, which will eventually break the dam, daily augmented by a living spring.
Go, therefore, walk and live the only life I can give you! I nourish my mind enough that you may be palpable. I even wear rags, enough to not embarrass your nakedness. I would like to build for each of you a wonderful phrases woven exquisite verse, in which you could yewrap with pride, as in um purple robe. I wish I could carve the way to be hold you, as it carves the golden pot that has to save a precious perfume. More is impossible?
However, I need rest, need, just as the body is tapped by swollen veins which precipitated the full-fledged push bleeds, and hear the body, enough to contain so much nonsense.
remains therefore reported here as the trail nebula marks the passage of an unknown comet, like atoms scattered from a world winnows embryo death in the air before their Creator has been said by the Fiat Lux clearly separates from the shadows.
CH TMLXC I do not want that in my sleepless nights you return to pass in front of my eyes, extravagant procession, asking with gestures and contortions that you will bring to life the reality of the limbo in which you live like ghosts without consistensia. I do not want to break the old harp waterfall and lost, while the instrument containing the notes ignored. Want to deal with some of the world around me, being able, once empty eyes from this world I have inside your head. Common sense, which is the Barera of dreams, begins to waver, and people from different fields are mixed and confused. I find it hard to know what things I dreamed and what have happened to me, my feelings are shared among the ghosts of the imaginationny real characters, my mind scrambled classified women's names and dates and days that have never existed except in my mind. Arrojandos need is to finish the head once and forever.
If death is sleep, I sleep peacefully at night of death, not that you come to be my nightmare, cursing me for having condemned to nothing before he was born. Go therefore to the world, where you were and remain in contact as the echo he found a soul who passed through the earth their joys and sorrows, hopes and struggles.
Maybe soon I'll have to pack for the great journey, from one hour to another may evade the spirit of matter to go back to pure regions; Nbsp; ; ; , &; Nbsp; , Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
words of a true genius. And how many times I thought I all these ideas that we presented in this short piece, but certainly, those are the exact words to describe it. Speechless at such beauty, is just admiring;)
Go, therefore, walk and live the only life I can give you! I nourish my mind enough that you may be palpable. I even wear rags, enough to not embarrass your nakedness. I would like to build for each of you a wonderful phrases woven exquisite verse, in which you could yewrap with pride, as in um purple robe. I wish I could carve the way to be hold you, as it carves the golden pot that has to save a precious perfume. More is impossible?
However, I need rest, need, just as the body is tapped by swollen veins which precipitated the full-fledged push bleeds, and hear the body, enough to contain so much nonsense.
remains therefore reported here as the trail nebula marks the passage of an unknown comet, like atoms scattered from a world winnows embryo death in the air before their Creator has been said by the Fiat Lux clearly separates from the shadows.
CH TMLXC I do not want that in my sleepless nights you return to pass in front of my eyes, extravagant procession, asking with gestures and contortions that you will bring to life the reality of the limbo in which you live like ghosts without consistensia. I do not want to break the old harp waterfall and lost, while the instrument containing the notes ignored. Want to deal with some of the world around me, being able, once empty eyes from this world I have inside your head. Common sense, which is the Barera of dreams, begins to waver, and people from different fields are mixed and confused. I find it hard to know what things I dreamed and what have happened to me, my feelings are shared among the ghosts of the imaginationny real characters, my mind scrambled classified women's names and dates and days that have never existed except in my mind. Arrojandos need is to finish the head once and forever.
If death is sleep, I sleep peacefully at night of death, not that you come to be my nightmare, cursing me for having condemned to nothing before he was born. Go therefore to the world, where you were and remain in contact as the echo he found a soul who passed through the earth their joys and sorrows, hopes and struggles.
Maybe soon I'll have to pack for the great journey, from one hour to another may evade the spirit of matter to go back to pure regions; Nbsp; ; ; , &; Nbsp; , Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
words of a true genius. And how many times I thought I all these ideas that we presented in this short piece, but certainly, those are the exact words to describe it. Speechless at such beauty, is just admiring;)
