Years ago someone told me that I do not think so things that I "push further to the pool." Curiously, the much feared small masses of water, including pools. Eventually ended up throwing, swimming and diving not only in the pool but at sea or in seams of stars and perhaps I spent some fish and I even said I should return to more terrestrial habits, more sensitive to air or conversation biped protocol. Perhaps they are right ... so I looked into the June sun this summer vigilante and fire in my retinas could see the earth illuminated. I ran to take shelter in the brush where predator and prey end up being one for continue with the food chain, saved my life and sacrificed the other backed by pure instinct, Freud and finally finished dam culture hardly noticing. Ah ... that of which I fled when I bathed between stars of the most diverse nature ... Now I do not know if I'm inside or outside, metal voices echo in the distance. Between the walls of a corridor of stone and iron gates may lament the death of calves, may advise on water diplomacy and forgiveness, maybe what they say has no meaning ...
Like this, in the end not is more than an excuse to put a song here of yesteryear that I remembered a while ago ...
Back Door - Clan of Xymox
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