Parallel lines. Side by side. Laughing geometries. Vamp plans. Thick like the dreams. Without economy. Dipped into unconfessed wills. Color paints the lives.

As if it is summer all time. Words everywhere a spread sea. You dive without quenching your thirst. You're searching in the deep of the sea. Those that sparkle in your eyes. There. The sound is missing. Live silence. It blesses the births.

You look over the stage. Yourself. Going out on the streets every day. Servant of everyday life. With the hustle of a deacon. You participate in the ritual. Your thoughts sin first. They project the image that you have not lived. Not yet. The tug of war is yours. You hold the two ends of the rope. You pray. To sug on the correct side.

And there are also these moments like endless dashes. Without nothing to follow in between them. They are naked. Exposed. The memories spread back behind. Stacked. The hours pass. Orphaned. Like an endlessly back and forth of the living. They find no breath. They are lost in recurrence.

Seasons protocols. Against the laws. Closed in books that did not open. The winter leaves. Happy. Audience indifferent. Captives of the sun. They got used to not acting.

Sky. Unknown friend. Always your company. You count the stars. Numerical beauty. Shinning wills. They illuminate your darkness.

We live. Inside the circles. Beginning and end. Second and third chances. You never know. How much waste. The distance. To find happiness.

There is after. New. Unwritten. A continuity commits. Cheerfully. You lengthen the lines in your book. You age beautifully every generation. You want. The next day to add value.

Chasing a kiss. Concentrated lust. A boulevard life opened behind him. The lights fade into its shine. A moment. One will. Lantern. It spreads warmth. Seduces the dark. Life is becoming a game.

Life is ahead. Filled with scenes that were born in your dream.The self - fulfilling prophesy you request to happen.

You discipline. Your step. A monologue. Abandons the sunshine. Committed. The breath is searching for it. Independent. It pulls you. You let it without a thought. Α voluntarily tradition. You want. The fate. To choose for you. A volunteer captive.

Endless hours burn the fire of the thought. You. Blaze light. In every tomorrow.