I'm calling the bottom of the earth to tell them to stop removing underwater lava that tonight was going to flow in vain in the pool that is near the airport.
I will call the sulfur microbes, not to say that today that will equip your skin smooth and soft foul.
cold I'm calling to tell him he can continue his journey, because today we will not get lost among the fumes that rose in the dark corners sieving.
I will spread the word among the ghosts of the road, to warn that today will not hear the conversation of two travelers curious strangers. I'm going to throw
the warm and generous sun this afternoon with a book and enjoy my last cigarette as if this wonderful evening of May was any other evening of May on the World.
0 comments:
Post a Comment