Cranberry Cottage

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Soil

Now it makes to feel its power. What it had seen in clouds? Indifference of the cosmos To leave us so next to the nothing Lost in the existence of truths and wounded by the constant lie. One invented eyeglasses called currency symbol. We are transparent. It swims can in them consolidate Everything in them pulls out pieces and of the soil, the monsters bawl Without producing any decibel TODAY PAIORO AND I BECOME ENTRANCED MYSELF does not put me in the soil I am pairando does not play the tip in the soil I am travelling I can be the last sonhador But it never listens to madnesses of my pillow Dreams comes to see what it hangs in the infinite Discovers the sepulture of the end.

The life without the experience? It believed the insanity Arranhar it can me Can kick bigger Torture is to see the myth to me active I go to only knock down what it says definitive In my head ideas and a hat In its, old said preconceptions and. Who will be that Who reaches the sky goes to understand that untied in the infinite The bullet that covers the blood that it drains do not fit in the infinite does not want to guess what I have said does not want to see what I make hidden With the wounded perception. The end does not live. The stop is alone a myth All day exists Without wanting to know of this and that In the way of dense smoke I see the small clarity That hurts, but frees. Its mind now is opened Until at last you lode Are this that I make hidden Is this that hangs in the infinite Perceives the absence of the desperation and listens madnesses of my pillow TODAY SCRIBBLE a DISTURBING VINDICATION If already you surplus nothing Does not kneel you and later tussa Desembrulho leaves scared you so Looks at and sees the remaining portions licked and the hearts aflitos Agitating the torn gifts the insane mind of packings Had looked at for a screen when the voice of the brother was said Already is not more for a human being whom it looks at.