Cheap monologues, final conversations, reflection of reflections.reflection of existence, as a reason alienated between thought and feeling, able to systematize and define, encourage a space of understanding and stimulate the open emergence of Senses. The words are wrapped in a meditative sensibility found in thought A protective shelter, a path of intimacy and meditation where the signs of the weather. Nor is oblivion innocent and looks through the cracks of memory at debts. Thought entangles insomnia amidst a thick and twilight fog. suspicion that his time is different, but that the complaint is useless. I also know that there are dreams so beautiful that time forgives and perseveres, and they never grow old.
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