Your tongue becomes a
stretching of your
head.It is, in fact,
a lying tongue, which
breaks the complex
words, until they are
transformed in simple
sounds as the hours are
decomposed into chaotic
seconds to recompose
a new hallucinating time.Our
erratic thoughts anguish in
ignorance and resignation.Our
spaces seep into another
common one. The light
dances on our exhausted
bodies all its
shades of red.We
love each other in
our dream....
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 8:17 PM UTC
Your tongue becomes a
stretching of your
head.It is, in fact,
a lying tongue, which
breaks the complex
words, until they are
transformed in simple
sounds as the hours are
decomposed into chaotic
seconds to recompose
a new hallucinating time.Our
erratic thoughts anguish in
ignorance and resignation.Our
spaces seep into another
common one. The light
dances on our exhausted
bodies all its
shades of red.We
love each other in
our dream....
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