Fate. A Scent. A valuable one. Scattered desires. Melting in time. Waiting. Dreams are born. They travel. Loaded by joy. They are off at a time. Bitter. Thunderstorm. Soak images. They are easily lost. You dive into your days. Wet. Orphan by fortune. In the madness of your faith. Blessed.
Grief gets old. A clothe that have been worn. It lies heavily upon you. Every winter - every summer. It just leaves the measuring alive. The day. The last kiss.
Night. Battlefield. You relax. Unattended shifts. A civilian. You let the enemy. He easily enters your lines. A different kind of life. Yours. Without a copy. Blessed absence. Gravity. It wins. Unknown words. You should. You should not. A bright darkness. It embraces images.
In your peace. You are late. You may fool around. Without guilt. Your dream touches the sky. You get drunk. A possessed certainty. Success. Chlamys. Ruddy. Pitched on the shoulders. It stands out.
You separate the day. Your memory is golden. Lightens. It stands as a tower through time. Gazing your before. You remember. Seeking for the afters. You are thirsty for life. As if you lost the fear of it. The dreams are calm. Making scenes of a non war life.
You are looking for something. A pure dream. You are hunting it. In vain. You don't give a thought. It charges the lost life which is alive. It browses through time.
No sunrise resembles the awakening of desire. A sidekick in time. Hugging fire. It burns it. A scald. An indelible mark. A wandering monument. Witnesses and welcomes. The war. A life.
The evening primrose splits its smell. Summery incense. It spreads into the night's the first hour. A sacred choreography. You participate. A repeated spectator. A miracle. Given to you. Like an uninvited magician with gifts. Present. At birth. A "want" digs the air around you. It might be you. Searching. Being awake in the dream. Without fear. Letting yourself to travel. In your own horizon. Promised Land. Enlightened. Sun winner.
I want. You are inflated. Flags fluttering in your breath. You have. It travels through your veins. Your wants are armed .They are your life's partners.
The hours. The lines. White spots on the asphalt of time. Endless. They suggest the anticipation. No ally in the struggle to reach. Bereft the mercy of the exit. In the battle that you give in order to. To be lost from the last station. Time is the enemy. Not a friend. It oppresses joys. It helps sorrows. It's just a test. The discovery of your life is the smile that you did not cause. A shadow that is not yours. It makes the difference. It has color. It has smell. It has voice. Sound. You are embraced by music. Looks like you are full of ears. You are Inundated. You feel. You don't see. The laws of physics change. You exit the tyranny of gravity. You start to believe. You gives science fiction some space. To the new dimension. You easily dive in the white pages. You feel thirsty to fill it with words. You are an original explorer. Looking for those who can carry your images. You laugh at the time. One step at a time. You load words outside the lines. You conquer the right to live. You try hard. Joy fills your pity. You forget the human rules. Your wants is your new hunger. An unrelenting lack numbs the move. Without knowing you follow your instinct. People hardly accompany people. An unknown. Fate. Star-cast gun on her smile. It goes through the moment. A photo in the universe. Indelible trace. You take the road counting the steps from it. To hurt. Punished that you lived it.
