Nothing except the clouds.
shapes of light and shadow, sky stops on this nothing of dreams, memories and shapes ... air passes over them, caresses and whispers of soft curves.
Nothing to chase, search, watch, win, show and prove, no ambition or desire.
's all there, all the pressure, everything.
And what is not there yet, it will be in constant evolution and will meet me or be dissolved into something that even I could not think of thinking.
all around you a frenzy without a reason, which slips over me, greasy, cold and alien, a little 'how everything in reality, artificial lights that follow the beat of my left temple which, together with nausea inevitable, like a metronome beats the steps; goodness who sway in shiny bags with the oscillation of the water black my funny hat, a border between worlds, and keeps me gently here, and watch while I'm gone from this, that is not mine.
Infinite projections of the soul, immense solitudes colored, all-encompassing darkness, light all hide, even hints of a love without a future.
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