On its way the grass the wind had passed, the half-blade blade extended as transparent shade of a river of warm water. Was searched for pearls of light, liquid areas in the past forged life. Today it is a memory that maintains the pristine setting away from oblivion, but are much simpler, are small monuments sad beauty of the hours, half hours of happiness. The observed and the light wind allowed it, saw oak checkerboard placed on a board of thick green strands that beyond the other side of the village of soluble glass mingled like water on oil, housing an emulsion of tulips color extending to the temples of the pharaohs of the time. Young capped mountains peaks and steep cliffs by the talent of the sculptors elementary flank were left by parents meager, less upright, but with the size of the average resting on his lifeless immortality skirts, staring at the lifeless half centuries since their peaks .
And centuries looked to see the old accumulations of matter, bathed in light in this present hour, daughter of the past. At the chessboard, on those blades that the wind had patience, a man lying near the soluble lens. Backed by the light. His blue eyes seem to look to the infinite realm warm, steady universe, searching through the threads liquid green areas as it did that breeze symphony. A sweet dream is looming on her face, her hair cascading sleep up to her shoulders, relaxed in line with the feet crossed, in no hurry to move. Under the blue sky mottled with cotton, the nature cradles your thoughts. Has the smile of a child, the joy of those who suffer bare of those who are wandering pilgrims, comrades and brothers of the wind. So although the soft shade of an oak, weeping light illuminating his smiling lips, his face peaceful.
"is cold"
Remember man, who are you? Does your cold sword flaming leaves you feeling my tears? It is now a lighthouse without a light, jagged metal for survival, genetic book that have been, of those who have not reached this place, the dwelling of the wind. And you, yet you are here, lying, lying in the oak room, looking for pearls of light. But you cold.
"The heart stone chest on which lay a hand motion ellipses"
you find these areas of beauty, and you've referred desired While you missed in the light, you missed out on that river soluble glass. Thou art alive, and came here with half, so loved the oblivion that you gave us while we were working as daily. Only the pharaohs of the time I realized that was leaking from your chest, your eyes became dim light, in tears wandering in an infinite void. Meanwhile, I had the grass. Blade to blade. Looking like you, balls of light.
"Two suns in the side is crimson, scarlet point and fire point" • •
Goodbye sleeper.
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