Forgive the flowers, maybe existents
flowers
Where we understand the scope of surprising
Like
caleidoscope of illusions, like a heart and your sound
Inside
chest, behind the strong bone
That the performance of
miserability isn’t desapears
Under the pieces of transformers
of our own convenience…
The reason is not the real life,
we know, but the irascibility
Is not the motiff of moments when
the doors have permisions
To feel the same life that the dreams
of our lifes don’t save anybody…
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desafortunately...
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