The sun cried at the burying of the autumn, nature has left a tear of leaves - she said last good bye. The sleeping power comes from a new birth, birds have become witnesses of the time that has passed forever. Love cried for her children, material happiness is limited by cosmic time.
Falling, pain, sorrow and new birth, changing the rhythm of thought begins with a mental pain that releases the human spirit. Forgive me the mistakes of my freedom - the moment of re-examining real imagination in the hypnotic wave of magical butterflies - the main players of football in the waterfall of crystal balls.
I danced in the animal kingdom of the monster, the illusion was skiing on the reflection of the stars - the catharsis of the mind flourished in the wars of the new swans. Swimming in the ether of the future - the day cried in his beautiful edition of winged hands.
I forgot the disturbances of future dreams, the bee was sucking honey from me, drunk with your heavenly lips - the soul was crying in the solitude of a full life. Rain misses made the famous guess at the center of my distress consciousness.
I teach the fight at the foot of eternity, the corridors are full of liquid creams of living truth, I slammed my wounds in the words of a paradigm of thrown bread in the stone cracks of my mind. I felt joy in the wings of tenderness, I flattered my flying thoughts with the blue sky.
