What has happened in the strange territory of Belit?
is a mystery. Perhaps, were necessary for the moment, to be a reflection of something real and true, should be part of the lightning that sleep in the glassy layers of fantasy. Reaching
truth for the knowledge-as you say, "according to theories and evaluating definitions, is the confusion of the beggar, the choice is very difficult: Begging or die.
is the truth:
Silence of the asphalt.
The stillness of the latter.
The sign "No", fell on the edge of time.
The traces of sin.
The grief of the poet who weeps over the image banned.
Oxide the years.
The dubious idea of \u200b\u200ba return to Paradise.
heat of bodies in the landfill of indifference.
The cold of a few kisses.
The origin of the voices of love that are echoed in the canyons of oblivion.
The picture of Princess devoid of tenderness.
Or, in this tear-minute dead happy. Atho
is not a dream that has failed to catch Belit. Atho is an impulse lonely bark of a mud sad, heart broken sentences. Do not try to take the place of the gods, as you write. He took a long time the "silence" of the gods.
time invisible roads will be covered with the branches of your life: List of Pharaoh, Dreamcatcher, Lord of Barbutania, and ... others, perhaps.
unknowns Do not have your way? Pilgrims, art, landscapes ...
Take on your hands with beautiful knotted reeds: The mystery of life. The fantasy of a love that time, boosting your soul to remember, select the desire to navigate to the Eternal Truth. Atho
their stories to the wind like a kid with his fingers the eternal sound of the sea.
