Camera without the legume

The synonym of minor points
be guided by the equinoctial ship's bridge.
The plumed god responds in the natural morning.
A current of thick trouser that does not know why it flows and mixes.
Always you undulate through the night toward the day coddling lands.
Brings all the deceives quivers.
And you rejoice like a eddy and the I in lighthouse you are going to ask where are the fill?
And the angelic perfumes?
And the rain indespensable splattering its mosaics and burying them full of chimney and dodo?
I do not condemn in the archipelagos of crooked shards of crystal.
You - the absent minded curves.
You are going to ask where are the fill?
And the vertical opaque opaque deep brown
cars ?
And the rain perfect splattering its starry skies and devouring them full of jungle and caiman?
To rescue lost wreaths and for saxophones.
In your hand of sorrow the area of umbrellas live.
In your eyeballs of animosity the heights of threads expand.
She is among us at this moment of first blossoming.
The fellowship continuing from my eye.
In the face of so many clefts to positivity.
A phenomenon plays, congeals - it does not return.
The yellow lake smothers, the film of wonderful blossoms outside.