160315 The kiss
admin2025-12-16T18:47:03+02:00Abandoned sentry boxes. Lost borders. Battles. Without a winner. Memory as a friend. Stands. In the cold night. As long as it lasts. You breathe. The kiss of life. One. Yours.
Abandoned sentry boxes. Lost borders. Battles. Without a winner. Memory as a friend. Stands. In the cold night. As long as it lasts. You breathe. The kiss of life. One. Yours.
Living legends. Being fallen in blue. They earn the sunrises flying near them. They plunge into mortal time. They play with the limits of it. Which are borders for those who walk on earth. A challenge for them, on the other hand. They wear their wings. They embrace. They are doomed angels. To an end that seeks to steal their glory.
Profane days. Disestablishing precious talismans of your faith. Kept for them.
You unfold life. You win. You lose. Fresh smell. Loaded. Laughs. Tears. Desires. Lonely figures. They don't match. Unexplored. Unknown places. They keep secrets. They wait.For her to guide you.
Mind Game. Physical camera of editing. Repetition. Rebuilding stage. Magical. Freezes time. Pry. A statue. An expression. A smile. You can fill your museum. An exhibit. An onlooker. A love.
Thinking is stored. Double faced. Precious. A piece of yours. The dream is vivid. Of each day's motive.
Undefeatable. Desires. Never lost. Pebbles of your own seabed.
The festival of the brainless. Lobotomized people. A Repeated comedy. A lesson difficult to remember. The last lie.
A Distance. An attitude towards life. A sneaky enemy that sieges you. Erases your trace. You spend your toil . You will miss it. Pure naivety. A tulip. Planted in the desert.
Drops of silence. Lost in the noise. The hours proceed. Horsemen of time.Life is a rodeo. You are clobbered. Looking for the difference every single time. To face the next. Which is scheduled. Intruder. It looks like waiting for you. Sometime you learn. The images come over and over again repeatedly. It is a war.

