Color Fantasy Poem by cristobal obregon silvertop

If girls like gazelles their looks still,

For eternity, to foretell the foam, the end of the beginning,

Through time,

Through history.

Your story.

Surf the ether freely.

To find.

The meaning to your life

Its not the clay in nature we desire.

We adore the beautiful emotional scenes.

That thrill us so, violently.

See colours.

And make us forget ourselves in a trance.

Until we see the importance of coolness.