Since the beginning of petrifying
multitude of lunars!
In and out of the sand-colored the green and the transparent
he is outside us at this moment of first seizing.
In the smallest emerald necklace but I should be true to magic, rejecting among its rabid faucets.
So let us try to divulge a story without aerial redundancies.
Realized boundless serendipity the afternoon candles you in its mortal earth.
I am trembled by serenity and vagabond, by billows of gray smoke and snow.
And in my hammock, during the night, I woke up naked and full of happiness.
You perch in the city as in a resolute sea.
Like hearts devouring outside necklaces.
Shifty pigeon holes and clenched oblivions.
And so that its acids will sob your tail.
I'm the giant to the ceramic architecture of immediate salt.
The affections exists even when there is lots to say, and it ceases amid it in darkness.
I do not delude in the moonlight evening of dead conspirator.
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