Yet only , one song

 

 In the mosaic inaccessible sun
Do you recognize yourself
How do you say that
If we cut off the feet
I ‘m going to walk again
And blood, your wounds ,
To melt the way of truth
Put your fear and desire extinguished …
Break the pen
I am writing to moonlight
If we pull out tongue ,
I will sing
Inside
You will hear it well
But being oak
Whose bare branches whine exposed to winds
Whose roots are crying ….
I will not!
And while my land for my
Deep furrows…
Deep furrows that echoed
I tracked tread
You forget one
fruit
He will always catch up!
with love maxima