Flowers in the rock

FLOWERS IN THE ROCK. BY GABRIEL PUYO.

Sounds of tears shed by silences with no ownership.
I like your look when sleeping...
I like the vertex of your frenzies...
I like the shout of the wind...

Paradigms of anonymity...
Mirror has to be chosen...
The cave is empty...
and your heart longs for blossoming...

Orchards and desserts...
Curves to nowhere...
Anguish forgotten...
Dance me to the deepest of your fears...

Ghosts are made of golden renounces
There is water in the rock...
and roses in the sand...

There is light in the shadow
and hope in the failure...