This constantly and furious nostalgias of cracked rags bursting into the dressed colors of soundproof symmetrical voices.
Its like the distant gossip of dead stars.
Of words and saliva from the of drawers of clouds, barking.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
This constantly and furious nostalgias of cracked rags bursting into the dressed colors of soundproof symmetrical voices.
Its like the distant gossip of dead stars.
Of words and saliva from the of drawers of clouds, barking.