Lines sideway
The crystal of the air touches the most beautiful of your chimeras. It is time to get lost... It is time to flow among your despairs.. It is time to caress those melodies made from suns and moons...
Later the sunlight will banish itself and the beggar decide to fight this life and the next one hundred ones...
You and the world... you and the fate... No long ago, the wise men got the light and dissapeared from regular eyes...
To find the mist you must become rain...
To become a traveler you have to be the wind’s accomplice..
To perform the perfect melody, you have to shed tears and smiles...
When the echo dances with the silence there will be that that you are looking for...
When the music is played by those who were freed, harmony will take over your instincts...
When Time is holding the hand of Space, Eternity will be more than a sigh...
Tread those siloutthes, lean on your disappointments, get the rumour of the fire... plunge into the pressure of the one who was born to be wild...
Chains and wings... Green deserts with humble desires... Somewhere your conscience is wipping for the death of your present... At the same time, the pieces get closer... and the clock of your grace is stuck in the hope of a new and wonderful day...
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