Drifting again in the horror the shadow of the apple, the willow can accomodate me
all beauty has shadows
revision of my history defines the amount of people that leave for other satelites
of life in casioplea
small emblematic fragment, entertainment for voyeurs in motion like us an the whim mof the solar winds, entertainment on this our humble box near the milky way
o ligthouses above the silvery sea, the fish exist and they swim from one place to another place,
bellow and above to surfer fallen in the sea
they swim anywhere god likes, they like to, through a vast dimension to another
gravity is acomodaten by teaparties on red velvet divans, love takes it us on a journey
to the land of the white marble statues in the garden
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem