
You go on. Seeking. You are scared as you are breathing. You are not counting. It's not the time yet. The next day you are looking for. Large and small explorers. In a conquered world. Like modern prospectors. A valuable thing. Freedom.
A lighthouse. A target. Singles souls. The pain of the expense. To stay. There. Loyal to your Calvary. Away from their kingdoms. Dressed by their betrayal. Dying on your breath.
You win. You're jealous of time. You choose the words. A parade in front of your eyes. You spent. Hopes. You fill pages. You make the sky your wanting.

It gives. Look. Smile. Attention. You felt precious. Amongst human time. The joy to answer the reason why.
Solitary lines. They meet their destinies. Being tested. Laugh at the vain. They seek for the truth. The Holy Grail of the living.

Hidden enthusiasm. A guide. Circulates the blood in the arteries. The body remembers. It flares life. Revolutionized spring. Destination of the memory. Brightens. Everyday life painfully scraping your hopes. A hermit. Within the world. You write. You dream.

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.