Take it as a continuous renewal of contracts: the seasons follow one another, the white papers to torana yellow , a cuttlefish. A sigh (behind, sometimes hopeful, sometimes more than resigned) wins my vocal cords, in a sense stretch. Because one always fit into the possibilities. And I notice a bunch of allegories, like a grape known.
the time one waits for the coffee to your taste does not burn, the period in which you realize that, so much wanting to open the wall to clean header, you forgot there was a door ready to escape (lock, a bad binary and necessary). What it takes hide yourself in metaphors, something as intangible, metaphysical factor that will make us lose more hair, more faith weakens, rub hands after delivery (and return to the locks). Recurrences in a while vague, came to assert their dues.
I think of a forever (with something, someone, self) if our due date is on the inside. And if one is convinced of being so product , most perishable friend with her. How to forget something we can not understand, a clear mismatch, a music box in which the dancer begins her ritual with years of delay on the music. Your compass setting the pendulum in which I became, giving a light rubble my attention. My wireless kit. Anchor kilometers. Provided me with memories, poetry cheap, basic aesthetic.
invaded the vague memory, kick to win the hinges. No imported locks. It was within the possibilities. Aspirin.
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