domingo, 2 de março de 2014


the moonlight sways over the sea shores
while stars are blazing high above the diamond trees
in a timeless merry-go-round
which where, who and when doesn't make sense anymore

The dead were reanimated on the soil of nothingness
and then
became to be
in a future that is yet to be foreseen

From the skies
the waters had been fallen
eliminating every drop of flame

which fed from the logs 
of a sleeping mind

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