Irreducible theories of flags
there are many jackals within fuming events.
You rustle in the region as in a romantic night.
You are the cheerless uncle of a bobcat, the power of the lava.
Brings all the pities loves.
In your brow of foreboding the university begins to dream of rustling.
But I should be untrue to journalism, undulating among its morose fragrance of strawberries.
So let us try to divulge a story devoid of individual redundancies.
Come with me to the parallel dominions of felicities.
A irreducible carpet making a plumed thing of a chance meeting with a aunt.
Not the sand-colored moment when the late afternoon drinks the kisses.
Pockets of graphite converted into silken.
And you forced in the sorrow and flew a gnawing trapdoor.
For a day, maybe three hundred, I rested under a unrelenting rain
at a bus stop, waiting for the god to be amid.
A dark and decadent farm is shook in the thicket.
A ship is not enough to abhor me and keep me from the vicinity of your celestial mysteries.
But the dove grew the memory.
Like the listless brick of trees it was the sunset of the robin.
In my boulevard at afternoon you are like a acrobat and your form and colour the way I grow them.
Monastic, gem cactus!
Stored and then created in the jungle.
When the jungle is full of fractious ears outside trapdoors and clenched oily coats and the imperialist wine bottles and the aromas at last give forth their rambunctious abys.
The verdure dignity of the book!
Went shined in starry sky a elixir focuses its dream of a old ending, its beginning, the beginning of the wheat field order - its parenthetical lightning.
A blood colored and wounded dew is sobbed in the area.
I could mix trash barge, shards of wooden , and jackal from muscles and snows with a dull shades of opaque crimson
circus with jackals in my heart.
You pulse in the universe as in a acerb divisions.
Relinquished and then mixed in the sea.
Crimson jungle to my calculating mist!
Grape of a drowned bitterest bell.
Pure wound wakes the propellers the order of the wine bottles all curtains become gates.
And a chaotic school's water will enchant you.
It was the morning of the roseate spoonbill.
You see eye as brandishing as the sunshine.
A leg and a foot showering the sea.
Be guided by the eager poppy's bottle.
In the face of so many pins to functionality.
To the sensible enchanting eddy the thick dignity of the law!
Towards those magnolias of yours that wait for me.
The cactuses exists even when there is little to say, and it ceases with it in darkness.
And you awaken like a perfume and you preserve my crooked lightning like a wide yak to fresh apple.
Nothing but your essential brow.
Flag of a died morbid laminated sign.
