Monday, December 18, 2006

In Water Hull Cleaning

chronic

warm, warm, embraced myself and my pillow, looking for some toy that is free on this night when everyone is looking for a ... I have doubts, next year will be intense, even more than this, and all my fears will be put forward to scare me from my reality, but it is in those moments when I start with headers lkos the walls that stand in my way, on that path that goes from my navel to my head, my reality to my future ...

every road that crosses the night
facing each star with my name
a knot of doubt in my morning
an abyss of illusions in the strands of hair

I have reviewed the inertia
inexplicably brings me closer to you without wanting
which transported me back in time to your beach
which in the distance on your world

now look for your eyes and I feel that black
is not your color
or
mine I just want to finish one color surrounded
the choice depends on all
to spin

some music sounds before
curl as usual
as now

Mode: Sounds
smiling now: The Red Room - Chronic
I would love that sound: Guster - Amsterdam

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