A casually worn memory. A scarf wrapped like a fragrance all over you. It seems to be settled. Sometimes you smell pictures. You fool around them. A mute spectator. Searching for the price is a temptation. You're dying to live once more.

The days are blooming fertilized by dreams. You take care of the eyes of the heart. To stay open. For your garden to grow big. To hide the ugly things.

We swim silence. A word dressed in land. Gone. Every day a little miracle. An unknown force keeps you in the water. It makes hope floats.

You let yourself be. Free to think of it. The acceptance of shortage. Which demystifies the images. Revives the dream. You want to believe in miracles.

Over the sound of hers. A music of yours. It doesn't get old. You can perform it repeatedly. Monotonously beautiful. Like the first time.

Plans in words. Journeys. They dazzle the pictures around you. They hide their ugliness. You travel. Each proposal builds a bridge. The mission. A shining Crown. That calms. Every time you copy with your wars.

The Creation is perfect. To be enjoyed. Nothing is made by accident. Free will. Arms the Ego. Blinds. Brings you against Him. Takes distance to many that are dressed by his name. Him. A modern man. Same as the previous ones. Not yet he learned. To take parts.

In a different era. Voluntarily exiled. A receiver. Of buried values. A guardian. Conquering the truth. Learning. Bearing. To live with it.

Smoke signals. Gray. Scarring randomly. Not looking for a sky. A fire. It burns the shame. She. Is sad giving them birth.

Forgotten anniversaries. Supporting dogmatically. Arguments of advocacy. In a yesterday that denies time.