In the same ink water

Beyond the imagination, where the writer gets lost on the dance floor of writing, Where are the devil's advocates who dresses as a porcelain woman, with wandering words out of reality, follow me like a chain and the great beauty of the glory of an oak, you are madness that weeping stone that undoes life ends.

Each ink water the Pastoral mode passes one of the most favored, like a Renaissance poet who justifies the crime at the moment and knows the argument of urban or bohemian reality, Imperial words and not until life ends without Duel without tears running in threat displacing the pagan, or in the space where death has no life and life only sees the immortal, What is a simple letter that acclaims Rocío de libertad, conquering the yearning who wants to listen.

I discover is destined to the evidence of the controversial animation of the deluge of my being, the beast within me will be fame if I die, in the pig forest that punishes the pagan neighbor, my temptations seek life, which I do not know find yourself in the mirror, caress the thorns of the sky, where I see the sea as my passion to fly over it, with my living words of ink full of infinite dream, but really successful or is it just a bitter dream that is lost like the numbers infinitely .