040319 Scent
admin2004-03-19T10:33:00+02:00It raises thought. Blooms with others. A unique garden. Gives scent to every moment.
It raises thought. Blooms with others. A unique garden. Gives scent to every moment.
You arrange the thoughts inside you. They spread keeping the equilibrium. The balance lulls the terror.
You are looking for them night and day. You are never happy to see. Your own suns.
Lonely figures make the picture look alive. They look like. Human traces. Pressed countless times.
Separately needs gather defeats. Dressed in grey the reds revenge stretch out. They are thirsty. Teachers to become. In a dead fairy tale.
Highly decorated turd machines are embracing evil. Lucky to stand out for economy in misery are proud. They serve many egos cheaply, wasting life expectancy from many innocent people.
You stare at. Hidden horizon. Obstacles you have learned and others you do not know. You tramp every step. You hold up faith. Religious. Little God.
It smells fresh the hour. Every time. New Year's Eve. Loaded dreams. Embrace wishes. Human genuine.
You are losing constantly. Numbers add anniversaries. They remove strengths. You play a game. To laugh at life.

