E gli occhi chiusi dark eyelids lowered liberated much sharper images of the common thoughts, cities were observed by a meter away, balconies and ships, and most colors, decide where to go and what to watch, usually there is never anything, everything moves to a higher level of abstraction. I think of an object, a bottle, and I feel in my head, but I do not see really. and that night, at the end of the night, I had seen so much, that maybe I had no great need to look like repetition of the melody of a classical work in the lead after an hour of listening, uncovering able to handle the sheet of a number of tools, search for those sensations again and I hope that no incidents eccezionali, adesso non c’è niente, e non si sente niente.
il sole a forma di luna, riflesso nei palazzi e negli animali irrequieti e nascondersi fra le nuvole e riapparire nel bronzo-plastica delle pellicole fotografiche piegate in due che erano scarti di esposizioni sbagliate che erano luce dosata male e adesso filtri rudimentali per il sole arancio e spicchi nascosti, divorati lentamente e lentamente rilasciati, e succede così raramente che dovrebbero guardarlo tutti, bruciarsi di lacrime nella momentanea sopraffazione, invece di evitarne la vista, come accade di norma nel resto dei giorni.
E gli occhi chiusi sul primo treno dell’anno, sfiniti the first night, deep in the seats, around the words of others are like reading the thoughts of hidden thoughts and exhausted as the fog muffled the windows overlooking the grass and the white off, coming to be confused with the dreams lasted for a moment that come to halt because of the thoughts themselves, when they become too high, they become voices, and not only streams, collected, stolen from the other and immersed in their own lives. Impressionist paintings of dawn breaking from the clouds on fire, on the banks of the river with lamps that sink and break and swim and go away as streams of color that ends up diluting the blue, the crowd blurred fluid that fills the square, and girl to the side because although there are immersed, feels elsewhere, in another context, and some French eyes step away and one day disappear.
the old year is over and hug a stranger who will never see again. while I was speaking all languages \u200b\u200bexcept mine.
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