o movimento do entre pelo tempo e pelo espaço, onde cada palavra é figura esburacada, e o rosto de ninguém expande ao infinito.

segunda-feira, 21 de setembro de 2015

when you say you remember me from another life, i know that you are actually feeling something at the right now; we are such a huge reflection it pushes you ahead, projecting your heart, your blood and bones into the spaces occupied by a glance. your forgotten existences gets justified by your imense expansive recognition, a wisdom so deeply felt and so old it ages the moment with our crossed looks, and it makes you wanna say impossible words like forever.
lets admit how it launches us into the opening perception, an infinite mirror-travel - this window.
this possibility gets our hands to became all the hands we need on those two unique pair.

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