Sparks coming from islands of abyssm, dragons, streets, temples where
Childs and Monkeys are going to the Zoo. Maybe to take a pleasure
Touching the womb of Madelaine and Mary or the theories of dead words,
While the prime-minister is A deep atiic in sleep of the people who you need
To feel. Been loving the nights in house Of wood. Steps along the songs of
Cockes and birds in a mourning that give to us the sleep of a sensible and
Imperfect woman
Along flowers and factories, Daisy is crying for Jean. He was so sensible along
The wars that comes from deathes to criet a new pagan God. Suddenly kings
Were coming with their castles, fountains of wine. And she loose Jean for a
Men who loved so much of the things of this ephmeral world. She was
Suffering in a deep winter. The clock was in this tower
Suddely came to my world ships of darkness sailors, priests and nuns. Ghosts of
Sate, silver dreams and wounds shinning while god wasn't with needs of the
Beasts. Feasts. Presidents lying while hourses and watches were coming
From Caves. Trees, apples and pies. You feel that you need to live with
Prays as deserts Silences of lights. Cause you need this superb coming from
Caves and fragilities Allowing these speechs where they live in. Swans and
Boats are present in dreams of humble men and woman.
God, i will see your face!
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