The heart has heavens.
Beyond the sky.
Maybe it's the moment when you feel that time imitates your loneliness.
The end of a journey without compensation surrounds him…
Then the blackness of my word is doomed to embers...
And, he falls into so many perched times that his journey fails that your clocks…
You don't want the days to come to a turn at that moment.
Notions that can't be drawn...
Although you think that he has accompanied many happens...
Always in the rhythm of a feeling of frustration.
Isn't it a sign that you are somewhere, that you are not?
As long as there are certain things that you are afraid to question, you will always be in need of a vicious circle...
Don't forget, don't forget. Do not forget that your hope will not be stolen by the frost.
It is beyond what is known, but vineyard in all its glory.
Why don't you want to understand that you live in secluded huts whose smell you have lost your familiarity with?
Why would you be surprised that there is darkness at the end of a road without light?
Maybe under the sky, your time is worth.
Not that...
Until they attain the aspect of the truth, they always waste their seasons on nonsense that emphasizes their form and smell, not their appearance.