Saturday, October 31, 2009
Lump In Gum After Broken Tooth
's three ...
three o'clock. The three and a few small fraction of early anxiety among the clouds. Carved the landscape behind the window, a picture barely autumn, and I aldiqua of what I think of a myriad of streets, cities geometric, the diverse people who walk along the same trail of smoke and music, and as far as a cinema and a bar and then under pancakes in the window just dipped in chocolate icing and fontente forehead and around the corner with neon signs and street lights that turn around to meet the dreams and then the stars, only imagined, but beautiful, beautiful even if it rains and the sounds and entries and run between junctions always looking for something that you do not know what it is, but who cares? is still a story full of detail and although missing the plot that matters? immortalatemi here, between hell and heaven, in this tangle of humanity in motion. Not there, behind that glass always look the same trees and the village, to hear stories that recite nothing, stone dead ... 
three o'clock. The three and a few small fraction of early anxiety among the clouds. Carved the landscape behind the window, a picture barely autumn, and I aldiqua of what I think of a myriad of streets, cities geometric, the diverse people who walk along the same trail of smoke and music, and as far as a cinema and a bar and then under pancakes in the window just dipped in chocolate icing and fontente forehead and around the corner with neon signs and street lights that turn around to meet the dreams and then the stars, only imagined, but beautiful, beautiful even if it rains and the sounds and entries and run between junctions always looking for something that you do not know what it is, but who cares? is still a story full of detail and although missing the plot that matters? immortalatemi here, between hell and heaven, in this tangle of humanity in motion. Not there, behind that glass always look the same trees and the village, to hear stories that recite nothing, stone dead ...
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