This night in a sensual immensity the groves, the passion the intensive silence and the floaty snow in a road without walls.
I had a birds dream that fly without wings and a bendage in their eyes just blinded their way.
I wouldn't say not I don't needed leg as wings I've only need the cord to approach me every step to you.
To feel the smoke I feel that had fire and beyond years, dust and newly the flames.
The ambient and the rare faces, is not just the anger.
To feel the warm I feel that had fire anf behind wars, dust and newly the pain.
But isn't just the flames, isn't just the affliction.
Isn't just the indifference but the load of fault and agony and beyond winds, the wound and finally the crust.
Isn't just the flames now, I want to awake.
A twister close to the road whilst the body floated in that dream, in that night, in that sensual reality.
The time was wall for war my soul among the swords without thing that I'll be there and could be the carnal ghost that violate my long veil but I know that in the faith not rest upon me because I know that even had fire.
To feel the warm I feel that had fire Isn't just the indifference but the load of fault and agony but isn't just the flames, Isn't just the same, isn't just the flames now I want to awake.