270114 Bleeding by the curse of joy
Braided in golden hair. The lies. They look good. Inconsiderately. Shiny. Virtual reality, a net. Traps littered. They change their step.They bleed. The curse of joy.
200114 In a church without God
Treasure hunting. Stumbles upon a lie. Defenseless. As far as their wants. You go crazy. You seek. You find less. Your faith is tested. Sacrifice. In a church without God. They are cursed. The centuries turning in repeat. They are lost before the first light.
130114 Miracle
Acrobats. Walking. Weighing steps. Even if they press on earth. They breathe on a tightrope. Each breath befools time. An era without a human root. Ingests what was not guarded. And they ask even for those who are left alive. Sacred carriers. Divided. They wake up in guilt. They lie down searching for different worlds. To experience the miracle that they've once been aware of.
060114 Lines
Joys and sorrows are unevenly shared. Poverty. The sea embraces the wealth's coasts. The sun does not stand out.The common fate is the light. The visible is the real. Justice luck creates winners and losers. Walking in the world is an achievement. A fairy orphan. Inhospitable. You Find lines to follow. You Believe. A cliff. A salvation. You search for the reason why. A shadow erases the traces. Next.
010114 Again
A sunbeam. Buried. An awakening. You think that you live. Until you see her. Again. And get lost in her picture. Like Adam. Ready to sacrifice immortality. An Eve. For a lifetime.
301213 Egoism
You enlist. What you get. You look for leftovers between your strengths. Your every day is going away. Your life flies away. You are a viewer and a protagonist. You look for a shelter in the war. You lost peace. Your every step unfolds your after hardly. It's an Indifferent meeting. An expenditure. Without the objective of the cause. An orphan path. It accompanies the befores. It grows what's inside you. It makes it a world inside you. You choose. You're not alone. You resist in time. You run out of it. You live. Without guilt. Your identity is a Halloween costume. You escape in the dreams of the living. A race. The egoism to be you.
231213 Sound
A frigid day. To mingle. Different ports. Disorderly routes. Reflecting a gray sky. The colour is lost. Inhospitably the rain smell. It drags the steps. Slowly. Bringing. Filling with image. Without a heart. A sound. A siren. A temptation. The modern world. Flabby. Easy. The joy does not does not belong to it. It is orphan to light. Without the flame to be shared. Meant to stay in misery.
A politician that spreads lies. No one lives. Advertising. Next please. The silence dresses the weather. Like a hermit. Among many.
