miércoles, marzo 27, 2013

Where was this village

She danced graceful to voiceless people
he loudly moves her present blue clothe
lungs full of sad wind endless greed
destroyed sextant to everlasting serves
devoted credulous fighter without northen
submissive passenger of fussy attraction

Horizon in darkness melodies, thrown up
Seeing the austere lightning of this white flower
Spelling out the freedom true action without money
Travelers to wake up Zoyas in primitive dazzled
Trightrope walker over broken wire of illuminated beings
Mediterranean Cervantine jail, where people share
and show guilty people with have lived putting bars

What cold is the silence of the frozen recipients!
What terrible is early riser life, bornt to pour shit!

Countries, town, village, people, person over the dead spirit time

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