What air divine! the smell of rain permeates every street corner. Touching the walls of the buildings, it's like to be surrounded by bodies that breathe and caress with their moisture. My meaning of omens and then feel a gentle breeze, almost imperceptible. It 's your silent, divine presence that marches in stride along the path to that point, from which I will distance reference, asylum or comments? A pedestal from which you Ergi and blank plastic stop there motionless pose, a block of marble that breathes and sighs, trying to be shaped to retract, a block of ice that conceals its transparency labile a screen behind dark and opaque. Deny to the world but not me, it is the memory alive, the intense emotion of that clear vision and lack the 'power. Escape, escapes, and you walk away you are near paradoxical, in your gait sent the crowd around us like a river that runs into its mouth and narrows, then widens, it takes the form of his bed and drag everything in its path on its way to freedom ... And I, helpless, overwhelmed by your race, driven by a current flowing wildly impetuous throbbing ... ... January 28, 2009
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