His far-flung eyes were chasing a constant and unreachable paradise, his far-away gaze was locked by goblins and nymph from other hours.
His far-flung eyes were chasing a constant and unreachable paradise, his far-away gaze was locked by goblins and nymph from other hours. It was by the way a distant and distant woman inhabited by the loneliness of her desires who could say that she was a bad drawing of life if her only walls were those of her conscience? Maybe and only maybe, his silence was an answer without pronouns or adjectives to how much he would attend, and is that when everything is nothing it usually happens that some disenchants usually become promises.. Suddenly she joined and dialogue for if some found sentences… I believe in mystical men who believe in themselves. I believe in men who seek temperance and peace inside. I believe in poets men, dreamers, wizards, writers, tar, artists, teachers or musicians. I believe in men who like to dance with Life and sing alone their own disappointments and make life a constant eve. I believe in men who hug very tight and listen to the truth. I believe in men who want t...