Remember perhaps as the caresses of surprise slipped tender and suggestive, while our hands were learning to write poetry in the air, words are drowned and paper birds that were lost in the shadows of the night with no horizon.
constant questions, answers intriguing and days absent are masters of our souls, there is a future that is unclear, we, really tried, but failed to give any form none that is consistent, that is firm no, no we do believe in the constant idea of \u200b\u200btime, dreams and absences.
does not take much to want a seemingly endless list, any name, any data, a figure able to remedy the significant gap of days without any weight. Seriously, I feel like leaving everything a bit to the side, not to look and pray with all our strength the time pass as fast as possible.
can not expect much, want so much either, I suppose then that the remedy lies in the possibility of surrealism as macabre as the first breath we make sense of life or of that expired in possibilities of the past. Best landed, make new proposals and drawing with different colors that horizon that may be closer to my hands, the only recreation in mind and now better, learn to feel in my reality.
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