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Gay Crusing Places Mi
NIGHTMARE IN THE DARK CORRIDOR
Inside the dark corridor
When fly only clouds in the sky, darker
air and gas
sea of \u200b\u200bcalm and the wind pushes the waves
will have a dull and severe breathing
and the dry land and dying
of whitish dead shrubs,
as corroded by acid mortal
stinking son of a now vanished.
When turn off for the last time
the frightening dark corridor
perhaps be resurrected to new life,
with new beliefs and new sensations
and maybe you can fly,
eat or drink rivers and mountains.
While bridges woven rainbows
connected to all parts of the world, and millions of
dragonflies floating
swarms of bright colors will accompany
the way of the sovereign traveler never subdued.
The ephemeral light of a stretch of life,
stand out compared to the grim reality
when wound under the wing of a gull dying
thousand horsemen emerge to take their ladies sigh.
willows and streams of the cloth on the road, zigzagging
with the rays of a rising moon burial
hundred thousand or more between coats sad weeping
creators of a perfect line drawings.
The sun then be revealed in the firmament
splitting in two the darkness of the cosmos and its the last Invincible
light will appear in the sky
for nights and days will be his monastery.
Why only in the eyes of the saint after violating
see the tears of a sad fate,
observing the land in search of a God
find the man from the dark three. With
powerful wings, nerves and skin,
claws and jaws protruding
clear bright eyes of the sky blazing with reflected solar
heart broken.
And frowning like a raging demon
into the dark corridor
seems to pray for the time when silent
who met on his way
willy-nilly.
(danleroi)
Inside the dark corridor
When fly only clouds in the sky, darker
air and gas
sea of \u200b\u200bcalm and the wind pushes the waves
will have a dull and severe breathing
and the dry land and dying
of whitish dead shrubs,
as corroded by acid mortal
stinking son of a now vanished.
When turn off for the last time
the frightening dark corridor
perhaps be resurrected to new life,
with new beliefs and new sensations
and maybe you can fly,
eat or drink rivers and mountains.
While bridges woven rainbows
connected to all parts of the world, and millions of
dragonflies floating
swarms of bright colors will accompany
the way of the sovereign traveler never subdued.
The ephemeral light of a stretch of life,
stand out compared to the grim reality
when wound under the wing of a gull dying
thousand horsemen emerge to take their ladies sigh.
willows and streams of the cloth on the road, zigzagging
with the rays of a rising moon burial
hundred thousand or more between coats sad weeping
creators of a perfect line drawings.
The sun then be revealed in the firmament
splitting in two the darkness of the cosmos and its the last Invincible
light will appear in the sky
for nights and days will be his monastery.
Why only in the eyes of the saint after violating
see the tears of a sad fate,
observing the land in search of a God
find the man from the dark three. With
powerful wings, nerves and skin,
claws and jaws protruding
clear bright eyes of the sky blazing with reflected solar
heart broken.
And frowning like a raging demon
into the dark corridor
seems to pray for the time when silent
who met on his way
willy-nilly.
(danleroi)
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