viernes, 9 de enero de 2009

Let's turn the night to us

Come and let's set the whole world's clocks at a time
let's flirt with gravity, roll with it, climb into the sea
shake our sweetiest dreams in the middle of a pine forest
may the moon light guide us trhough the darkest but shiny
way, wich sparks rolling till find cold, sweet water.
A rare smell of lilies embracing the surface.
a bed of sublime nature floating over the hell that lies beneath.
Chocolate scents flying like swimming in the air, leave by leave.
A murder, a new born, with a fast forward background sunset, a riddle,
a drop of true perfection. A timeless lick on a warm upperlip.
The stars are mirrors that play with time
in your chest dwells the fire that would break this, frozen, spelled heart.


viernes, 2 de enero de 2009

Death makes angels of us all

...and there she was...caugh beneath the landslide.