I wake incandescent, gullible, drawing my energy directly to the source of life as the moment of my birth, when the hammer comes details befall me ... Hello
horrific daily details! Cut with my kitchen knife the rope that bound me to issue the sea, forests, to death when it is small and enchantment ... Put a stop to with the ringing of my phone, the list of errands to run, found the wrench, the leaky faucet in the shredded body stripped of my moments and the conference Retailer of fresh eggs for a life devoid of freshness ... The appalling details
lacerate me daily with their machete ... and leave behind some bits of me near the light bulb that I must change, some on the ice machine that I need to fix, others among the bills I pay and remains hidden under the pile of clothes for the ritual whirling of lavender ...
Rivers Flow soup burned forgotten ... The smell of fire sprang from the depths like ghosts of people killed who were not avenged ... But nobody sees the reflection of ghosts in the mirror and no one feels their smell ...
The daily details are sharp and protruding fangs as the vampire ... I digress in their mazes, tripping over a cup of coffee and a plate of this soup there ... And the garlic becomes more enormous than Everest ... I Tournaille around it with my fingers puzzled not knowing where to start to peel, while also navigating my head fashion from one planet to another, from one dream to another, a glare to another ...
I tear the shopping list, glues together the rest of my tattered and cons pronunciamento declare my details ... I become Wild, wild and remote ... That all obligations go to hell, their country of origin. They rot in the towns of hypocrisy, the pitch and the display .. What others say about me what they want ... I will not pay the price of my soul of mediocrity! ...
Farewell tiny details ... I resume my being in the continent of insulation. Pure, impetuous as the moment of birth. I wash my depths in the sea of light. And here I am once again a silver fish away by the waves of insatiable and wonder away from the phone ring and gold-plated halls of futility ... I swim towards the inexhaustible source of the blaze in search of the secret sun .. and my lover .. The thief of fire ...
horrific daily details! Cut with my kitchen knife the rope that bound me to issue the sea, forests, to death when it is small and enchantment ... Put a stop to with the ringing of my phone, the list of errands to run, found the wrench, the leaky faucet in the shredded body stripped of my moments and the conference Retailer of fresh eggs for a life devoid of freshness ... The appalling details
lacerate me daily with their machete ... and leave behind some bits of me near the light bulb that I must change, some on the ice machine that I need to fix, others among the bills I pay and remains hidden under the pile of clothes for the ritual whirling of lavender ...
Rivers Flow soup burned forgotten ... The smell of fire sprang from the depths like ghosts of people killed who were not avenged ... But nobody sees the reflection of ghosts in the mirror and no one feels their smell ...
The daily details are sharp and protruding fangs as the vampire ... I digress in their mazes, tripping over a cup of coffee and a plate of this soup there ... And the garlic becomes more enormous than Everest ... I Tournaille around it with my fingers puzzled not knowing where to start to peel, while also navigating my head fashion from one planet to another, from one dream to another, a glare to another ...
I tear the shopping list, glues together the rest of my tattered and cons pronunciamento declare my details ... I become Wild, wild and remote ... That all obligations go to hell, their country of origin. They rot in the towns of hypocrisy, the pitch and the display .. What others say about me what they want ... I will not pay the price of my soul of mediocrity! ...
Farewell tiny details ... I resume my being in the continent of insulation. Pure, impetuous as the moment of birth. I wash my depths in the sea of light. And here I am once again a silver fish away by the waves of insatiable and wonder away from the phone ring and gold-plated halls of futility ... I swim towards the inexhaustible source of the blaze in search of the secret sun .. and my lover .. The thief of fire ...
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