so rare
by Caio Fernandes 2010
i love winter so much and today is so grey and cold!!!
what a precious moment!
my feet are frizing and the brown leafs on the floor are wet.
all my senses turn into a snail and my mushroon's eyes get fresh under the wispers of the low colors.
ahhh.. this is so rare for me ,
soon the sun will come again and i will have to try to shoot it down again in rage and madness.
but now i am living the life a human being deserves .
so rare .
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Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
let the birds take a chance on the floor before returning to sky .
by Caio Fernandes 2010
cold... good for tea and internal works with dreams, aquariums and cats over a dark surface.
the taste is purple on my lips.
i swallow it and feel silk, cotton....linen.... floating distant and clear.
He extends His Word once again for my heart.
my heart lies, liar liar liar, compulsive liar.
i have to fill it with light.
the green under the moviments of the cold weather.
the 2 sides blade of my chest that opens new paths beyond the air.
the golden vibrations of a good friend's hair shining in my body and smile now.
sundely NOW became so precious , by pure acident.
i don't care if time, times , timeless are there somewhere.
let the dogs run till get exausted at the street.
let the cats sleep upon the aquariuns lamp because of the heat.
let the birds take a chance on the floor before returning to sky.
i am fine, thank you for asking .
cold... good for tea and internal works with dreams, aquariums and cats over a dark surface.
the taste is purple on my lips.
i swallow it and feel silk, cotton....linen.... floating distant and clear.
He extends His Word once again for my heart.
my heart lies, liar liar liar, compulsive liar.
i have to fill it with light.
the green under the moviments of the cold weather.
the 2 sides blade of my chest that opens new paths beyond the air.
the golden vibrations of a good friend's hair shining in my body and smile now.
sundely NOW became so precious , by pure acident.
i don't care if time, times , timeless are there somewhere.
let the dogs run till get exausted at the street.
let the cats sleep upon the aquariuns lamp because of the heat.
let the birds take a chance on the floor before returning to sky.
i am fine, thank you for asking .
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