Culture intra-utérienne d'une fleur technologiq : cheminement d'une réflexion de l'esprit sur les bords brillants de lyrism du théatre alternatif ~
Par Ampad Embiem
Aux anges en vue des vies de losanges. Aux envies des ailes gisent. You told me you had no name and i believed you. Last night was not the first, mostly not the latest. Today all day there were others, which lasted as much of space, as last night was made of. Last night there wasn't you, not yet in what you said, you'd have it all ingenered, you'd smell like gasoline, as my love already felt rapped, in burning leaves of Lys. In which time do you stand, yet i don't get it, but today has all we need, to make it come to space. In fact we're every night back from it, back to it, doing us love, making it each other, seeing what it feels like when we embrace a dream ~
Eclipse Next 2019 - Hébergé par Overblog