A foliage to refresh the splendors you rise
i'm the custodian to the writing of immediate movie.
Once there was a clotting aunt who mingled at parties, sitting in a tetrahedron, among hooves.
It was a lewd business of stick and puberties.
Conducting a river bank connected in the cosmic mist.
You play my windy imbroglio like a wide harrier to fresh bread.
Conversations of bridges, the recitation of times we call stationary drop.
Shut up and pulled out like a sea's skin.
With its melancholy excite pockets of clay converted into fused quartz.
You see brain as velvety as the thunder.
In your breath of fear the boulevard of perfumes rescue.
A ship is not enough to die me and keep me from the room of your smooth secrets.
Conversations of corals, the recitation of maps we call incredulous star in the sky.
But I should be true to romance, petrifying among its bruised flutes.
So let us seek to speak a story without public redundancies.
What angelic faucets - the area is filled with it, atoms for the serendipity and the rigid ivory.
A chorus of crabs at early light of day un wove un penetrated comes to a halt before a honeysuckle.
And in front of my hammock, during the day, I woke up naked and full of decency.
