. Feel .

"Quiero estar allá al fondo de tu mirada perdida y encontrar lo que nunca pensaría buscar..."

. Gray Scale .

Theres a nomad clearing the way, in which some souls cross for free doom, buried in a place of secrets where ideas lay down on the ground, thirsty but sober, waiting for longer, roaming untill his time comes up... and theres the end of the line...

Internet crashes 2:00 a.m.

. My Pale Light .

Encerrado en la oscuridad

en completa soledad

buscando libertad

sin alguna oportunidad.

Protegido por la noche

asechado por la luz

traicionado por mi sombra

iluminado por una diosa.

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Locked up in the dark

in complete solitude

seeking freedom

without a chance.

Protected by the night

chased by the light

betrayed by my shadow

illuminated by a goddess.

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And she's locked up in a tower...

I-mraogniincary

I was thinking about lullabies and words of colors filled with some harmonics sense...

Where they would ship, into another neuronal tragedy, or just in an imaginary source of sorrow, in which each person completes his own pilgrimage and ideas start flowing around their emtee heads, just another failed image of ourselves, our damaged soul...

We just can't explain how meaningless we are... maybe my inner me is talking by myself, maybe i need more languages to express... or maybe not, or maybe no one cares neither I nor the cosmos...

Bi-lateral... Bi-polar... Bi-neurotical...

"Leave me your cure"