The slow sound of the voice
song singing
dusk, green leaves
and pink flowers
are between the moon and the night
dusk bring the best smile
welcome to love your love
Flashes
The body is happy
when there is love
turn on the memory
all memories
I feed this
with little flashes of the past
Memorial transparency
I remember me, I remember you better and that the city was under lights and under the lights at vertices, there is still head and pretend it was not so, images of images, not about to start a time, one was , an art based on a desire shapeless forms on, say, to declare that it is still quiet, but not about men full of ways, on new variations of the name of God, on the unsuspected presence of aesthetics, virtual, virtual this whole wall street, this will equal the screen, the images and words promised the day before, a new myth scans your sharpness, can be glimpsed in the crystals, music sung in our daily, a loving greeting from the past .
when there is love
turn on the memory
all memories
I feed this
with little flashes of the past
Memorial transparency
I remember me, I remember you better and that the city was under lights and under the lights at vertices, there is still head and pretend it was not so, images of images, not about to start a time, one was , an art based on a desire shapeless forms on, say, to declare that it is still quiet, but not about men full of ways, on new variations of the name of God, on the unsuspected presence of aesthetics, virtual, virtual this whole wall street, this will equal the screen, the images and words promised the day before, a new myth scans your sharpness, can be glimpsed in the crystals, music sung in our daily, a loving greeting from the past .
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