What Happens When You Are In Coma?

The gift of a song of love Thought


Danzer in the wind accompanying his voice with silver cymbals and sing the song that you have given me.
As you hold dear to my guide and you jump like the rhythm of your steps next to mine.

the wind I will listen to his answers will tell the old and new links and yet remote.
As always there was this friendship and rest patient waiting we discovered together.

I will dream of the wind on distant lands and out of this and will wait for the breeze to catch up with you friend.
Since a while sometimes to escape even the most solitary wanderer needs a disinterested smile.

dampens the gift of your song with a gentle caress of the intense burning of small wounds that others sold off their empathy, dispense, laughing.

Twins Masturebate At Home

has the fragility of a memory and as intense as the nostalgia, that photo from a bleed time, a fragment of time if it devours it insensitive to its infinite value. Now, in a fit of humanity, it leaves intact the two faces, those of the young girl with brown and dark curls, which is clear and radiant dall'omogeneo background of sepia.
The absence of color does not affect expressiveness that goes beyond the years and will be seeking the same as telling herself that the time is not a tomb inaccessible, but only a comfortable corner, where the moments and feelings of a man resting light sleep, waking up at the touch of a silvery look. Now
stringetevi a bit 'and fled from the time that those margins are falling apart and they remain linked in memory sepia. Remains on your face this far: in your eyes will be immortal, and quick stop dress the past, if only someone will look for a moment.

So the intimacy between you and haunting you understand me, unraveling looks deep into the network, rising living at the instant of an infinite memory.