Yesterday ... I will submit to the leaves that populate the ground to the more hard evidence. The footprints of fire that will make your nerves faded by time, burn at temperatures never before seen by a glance. The colors that are reflected in the seats will be hot and dangerous.
Today, the streets have fallen silent. No one goes through them believing animal or inventing phrases in the clouds. The premises are closed and the vanilla is gone for years. A house at the end of the park is the sealed door with two ancient planks and cobwebs fill his glass. Today I will kiss your face with incredible strength. But not even where your face. Tremendous
traces are those that fill the floor cracked and frozen. Velvet long shadows fall ice cream delicately blurred vision, while my clothes were full of colored paper that can remember a time when these strange conversations I hold some nights. Those conversations that make my soul tremble, but I do not let that pass beyond certain steps inside, for fear of burn.
Today, the shirts are no longer stained with blood on his chest. No animals ridiculous walking down the streets and painting and does not fall of the city buildings. The line of buildings has become monotonous over time, waiting for a ray that melts the ice, which has been trapped my hand. A purple beam.
