
The joy grows the present time. It hangs the present time outside the line of your images. To brighten your memory. Free from human counting. It charms life. And you ask for more light. You are thirsty. The place is as empty as the desert. Lots of yesterdays. A struggle.
Not to be thirsty any more.
You grow up without knowing. You make the sum. Unfriendly luck. Games. Part of the world. You play. They play with you. An animated movie moves under your feet. It takes you to the next track.You get on time. To choose the music. To find your space. To dream.

Cloudy March hides spring. Blind the human eyes see. Touch of God. They read. They blooming memories. Seasons. Future welcome. Searching. Dive. Without thinking of guardian.

You look at her. Without thinking. You let yourself go. To fool around. The life. How far ? You do not want to count.
You can look back. Do not care. Without the threat of present. Remember. Streets. Sideways. Stations.
Persons who stripped naked in time.
Be glad. Benefit of life. Dreams looking to carry them. You.
Measure the new. Without yesterday. You want. To find the station. To reach. A hug. To let the borders be buried. Inside her. Crying. Fertilizer. Sprout new life.

You are alone. Facing time. The goals are like paper soldiers. They easily fall in its path. You're alive. Got a chance. To spend. To stand on your feet again. To live again.