quinta-feira, dezembro 19, 2013

Routine


Step by step navigating strange worlds, falling in love gently with the seemingly dysfunctional sensuality English-semble with its trepidating and phlegmatic contradiction that entwines it's heart as ivy becoming strings becoming arms

I try to see more meaning to the world, unveiling some kind of master plan that has been hiding for everything suddenly to be better. I chase poetry, most often letting it escape at some distracted crossover of light. I meet new faces old spirits voices altered and sometimes cede again. Eyes that change color as if they held behind the mystery-mechanism of an untouchable Kaleidoscope. I trip and hurt myself in the cruel reality of even the perfect circle hiding corners. I foresee myself, stretch dreams and banners as one unfolds a map of an adventure which he will be parallel to. A bit of me every day loses itself another is found. Foreigned that waxes and wanes always unfinished - reunions to sound. The drop that shot from the sky, slowly slips on the skin. The crack of a dam without any sound, nothing to destroy or drag - only water loose to reroute me...

From within me countless trips are about to flow .

 

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