The flood … your eyes closed ancient ruins dead monks caverns hidden in the sand, feeling sad, taking the plane destination unknown kissing goodbyes birds are flying and the landscape crumbles .
If the cat likes it warm the rat is caught and the message is clear the debt is due.
One more time walking on this seashore waves crashing along nothingness and someone thinks they have good luck
Astringent is the taste. Diamond is the touch. Sunset is the view. Francisence the smell. F minor the key
Blue as ever the eternity and you are gone forever
Only the butterflies and some wild cats stealing affection at times from the attrocious vampire of your worst nightmares…