with the naturalness of the wave
returning to the sea.
Before, I knew nothing of love. Although it's heartache.
He believed in love at first, second, third, fourth, fifth and subsequent views. All unresolved love, unrepentant, ridiculous and impossible, for lack of essential ingredient: love. Rarity profane, if any.
it happened under my wisdom about heartache and, with support in my ignorance about love, I decided to tempt a Cupid in which, paradoxically, never thought. Thus, because of this senseless change, he was crying in a corner of the world.
And me, I felt an antediluvian beast.
then I retired to write on sheets of water to just under an electric blue rain, not knowing that, in fact, was drawing in the middle of a cosmic storm.
And while it is very awkward to draw on the knowledge that is being written in the singular and blustery mistake was that I was designing or writing, or creating. Or ... calling.
already placed on transparency night governing the cardinal points, above the coil that encircles Ecuador and far from the sea, I found my mirror, almost by accident. Behind heavy curtains and guarded by colossal gates, under a starry canopy of silver angels, I recognized immediately wanted to shine.
That which once was mine.
much, that knew no distinction if he led me to reflection or if I drew first, when writing about the line of light that enables your eyes.
The true is there in the cosmos of time, right at the opening that occurs before the no certainties , there is a place where secular insomnia uninhabited persevered the treasure back to me, as the wave returns to the sea.
And, by the grace of ancient deities, I was unveiled at the unwavering strength of your embrace.
returning to the sea.
Before, I knew nothing of love. Although it's heartache.
He believed in love at first, second, third, fourth, fifth and subsequent views. All unresolved love, unrepentant, ridiculous and impossible, for lack of essential ingredient: love. Rarity profane, if any.
it happened under my wisdom about heartache and, with support in my ignorance about love, I decided to tempt a Cupid in which, paradoxically, never thought. Thus, because of this senseless change, he was crying in a corner of the world.
And me, I felt an antediluvian beast.
then I retired to write on sheets of water to just under an electric blue rain, not knowing that, in fact, was drawing in the middle of a cosmic storm.
And while it is very awkward to draw on the knowledge that is being written in the singular and blustery mistake was that I was designing or writing, or creating. Or ... calling.
already placed on transparency night governing the cardinal points, above the coil that encircles Ecuador and far from the sea, I found my mirror, almost by accident. Behind heavy curtains and guarded by colossal gates, under a starry canopy of silver angels, I recognized immediately wanted to shine.
That which once was mine.
much, that knew no distinction if he led me to reflection or if I drew first, when writing about the line of light that enables your eyes.
The true is there in the cosmos of time, right at the opening that occurs before the no certainties , there is a place where secular insomnia uninhabited persevered the treasure back to me, as the wave returns to the sea.
And, by the grace of ancient deities, I was unveiled at the unwavering strength of your embrace.
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