An eternity rings on top of her roof, promising, embracing, looks fascinating you almost conquest, is half of the night and although I am not I seek, I feel my lungs while breathing, a few stars adorn the moon solemnly shelters within it an infinity of dreams and promises.
hear the sound of the wind, hear the silence as always faithfully lulls my ears, do not get many things right now, everything seems so small that my sight is lost in nothingness, where everything takes on another meaning.
The non-world in the latter could be the perfect place to rest your life and dreams, I have no doubt that the scale of things can never really be seen if it is under scrutiny and contrast of a hole black, where everything turns a fluorescent color dazzles where you can see things in all its glory, with all its forms and without distorting shadows.
The night lights have always seemed the perfect place to let go of my thoughts: cool, bold, daring and malevolent, that "evil" that dictates the holy cross and the Bible shouting in streets and trucks potatoes, and ruffians who swear have been saved. The church overlooks the corner between the trees, the whisper gold letters:
- "I'm not here, and or I am your Mother? "
a dog barks, breaks the silence while running across the street, looking for food in garbage bags and smelly rotten seeks his bed under the wagon dirty and old, his black fur it covers the cold numbs the skin and burning cheeks, have found the place in which we now sleep the rest of the night, barking again but this time with a different tone.
In the opposite corner I I gather it come to his companion, almost her brother. The dirty clothes, matted black hair, broken shoes, staring. seems to be the human incarnation of that dog lie down together .. between board and a bag of rags, I hear the old saying a prayer while watching from afar the cross next to the bell.
It crosses, gives a pat on the back of your dog.
"Thank God, today we sleep"
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