gentle strokes, like someone was trying to see if the next step the earth beneath his feet will stand, eyes narrow, highly mobile, a smile is a golden valley defined cheekbones.
Autumn is now consolidated in the sky, air and thoughts. You are next with no real reason to be, while both of them through an avenue of trees apparently very similar to each other.
If we stop, we notice different ramifications. Someone will be more dense, others are more sparse. Different heights. Ultimately, none of them would be the same, yet glossing seems a symmetrical row of trees in photocopy.
Conversely, if we stopped here for a while, no time, just a few moments to notice the differences.
understand the difference now?
Our steps are interrupted when something not decode grabs your attention.
We are not walking together, we are two people walking down the street.
understand the difference now? You approach
gently to a small shrub that comes from one of the cracks of this street battered, with childlike wonder you stop near a small flower that grows in rumpled green splits the concrete. From here it seems as if you're hopping around him. I sit on a kind of stone slab on the opposite side, I look at my feet, with the fingers interlaced. For a few seconds I do not think of anything.
thoughts you think are wrong?
Your question breaks sudden, I raise my eyes to the point which clash with yours. I sniff the air around me, by deliberately blind eye to the metaphor. On tiptoe in front of me walking on a semi-circle that you created mentally.
And I, what I could never answer.
There are good decisions, the merits that counterbalance the faults, the greetings and wishes for the moment forever, the old and familiar songs, the ones we have heard three times already and we really like, people who talk too much and those who do not know what time it is.
For every word that flows into the waterfall there may be dozens of thoughts as a corollary.
And in time none of them find as you left it.
understand the difference now? There is no
real answer to your question. Whatever I can say is demagoguery. Perhaps you wonder
slightly this attitude, but I have my certainty accommodating and you yours. In my revived fundamentalism, I do not feel obliged to give you an answer.
The sky over our heads is opaque, monolithic and ephemeral. I have the feeling of being in front of a room where I'm going to give up and do a last look before turning off the light, for an unnecessary test.
understand the difference now?
Now give me back, and I know you're one thousand kilometers away from me. But it is as if it were business as usual, only it's completely different lights that illuminate from a different perspective, and to note there is no bitterness, no satisfaction, only awareness, cold as marble, completely tasteless. A handful of nothing is all we have.
understand the difference now?
I have.
Autumn is now consolidated in the sky, air and thoughts. You are next with no real reason to be, while both of them through an avenue of trees apparently very similar to each other.
If we stop, we notice different ramifications. Someone will be more dense, others are more sparse. Different heights. Ultimately, none of them would be the same, yet glossing seems a symmetrical row of trees in photocopy.
Conversely, if we stopped here for a while, no time, just a few moments to notice the differences.
understand the difference now?
Our steps are interrupted when something not decode grabs your attention.
We are not walking together, we are two people walking down the street.
understand the difference now? You approach
gently to a small shrub that comes from one of the cracks of this street battered, with childlike wonder you stop near a small flower that grows in rumpled green splits the concrete. From here it seems as if you're hopping around him. I sit on a kind of stone slab on the opposite side, I look at my feet, with the fingers interlaced. For a few seconds I do not think of anything.
thoughts you think are wrong?
Your question breaks sudden, I raise my eyes to the point which clash with yours. I sniff the air around me, by deliberately blind eye to the metaphor. On tiptoe in front of me walking on a semi-circle that you created mentally.
And I, what I could never answer.
There are good decisions, the merits that counterbalance the faults, the greetings and wishes for the moment forever, the old and familiar songs, the ones we have heard three times already and we really like, people who talk too much and those who do not know what time it is.
For every word that flows into the waterfall there may be dozens of thoughts as a corollary.
And in time none of them find as you left it.
understand the difference now? There is no
real answer to your question. Whatever I can say is demagoguery. Perhaps you wonder
slightly this attitude, but I have my certainty accommodating and you yours. In my revived fundamentalism, I do not feel obliged to give you an answer.
The sky over our heads is opaque, monolithic and ephemeral. I have the feeling of being in front of a room where I'm going to give up and do a last look before turning off the light, for an unnecessary test.
understand the difference now?
Now give me back, and I know you're one thousand kilometers away from me. But it is as if it were business as usual, only it's completely different lights that illuminate from a different perspective, and to note there is no bitterness, no satisfaction, only awareness, cold as marble, completely tasteless. A handful of nothing is all we have.
understand the difference now?
I have.
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