Schismundertow flowing, in two pathsa river in this roomunrelated profiles mirror either side.brackish waters carry apart this zealfrom which the opposing stream tempts to replace.it's in between this space where you last existmy old love sealed memories
Whale CrySwimming underneath a blue,below.Looking for the source , a lone tune,an echo.Vibrations all across this oceanunobstructed.You see the sound, but never the soloist.
ConclusionBank of inky watersuffering,drowning without need of breath.No need of stored memoriestrapped,those flashing thoughts dissipate.Its life filtered through age nowclimaxes,in unrecorded release.
Nothing My eyes open to a slight inhuman whisper, a keen noise vibrating as I gain consciousness. The bedroom is still cast in the common dimness of the night but from the corner of my eye I distinctly see a thick smoke move slowly by. I'm still in my bed having just awoken to what could only have been a noise created by whatever had just moved right out of range. My only response is a deep sense of fear that starts writing itself from the back of neck down my spine; I find myself too scared to move. My eyes scan around while I still falsely pretend I'm asleep to have a better glimpse at what I had just seen, however, my heads involuntary refuses
Do you remember ... Do you remember those colors and words you left on my once empty canvas?Its hues, comprised of only me and you, that would solemnly help bridgethat gap that had existed between us, its space and time joined by soft amber pigment and strong sanguine letters, to emerge into flowing stanzas and abstract illusions.For they became a sublime imagery that symbolized our passion that had materializedinside our hearts.Do you remember those colors and words that turned into a personal melody? Its harmony filled with ambiguous dynamics tuned to the very pitch of our soul, just at that right frequency we share. Your thunde
Enterradosdentro de esas nubes floatando infinitamente contra el vientohay las estrellas que estan bailando con las lagrimas nacidas del amor entre la luz y la obscuridades alli que estan tus ojos viendo un romance que no puedes llenardejandote vacío cada ves que piensas en finalmenta reciviendo sus abrazospues por cada vision que abarca esta realidad esta tu ser que solo puede mirar atraves de un espejo ennegrecidopor eso es que solo reflecta tus mismas tragedias al la belleza que es la luna y el mar negroque desgracia que nuestros suenos estan vinculados por la gravedad de nuestras propias ambicionescondenadas siempre para la profu
El desvanecimiento del Libro?Se puede decir que la llegada de libros electrónicos (e-books) puede ser el fin de la literatura tradicional, lo que nos convierte poco obsoleto. Sin embargo, esto no ha sido la primera vez que ha entrado en una forma de arte en el mundo digital y nosotros, los escritores y amantes de la literatura, debmos comenzar a ver esto como una gran oportunidad.En los años del Renacimiento los que podían pintar, ilustrar y escribir eran unos pocos privilegiados que a veces podría decirse que eran maestros sólo porque francamente, la comunidad de ellos también era muy limitada. Hoy, ese no es el caso y puesto que la subsi
In the Shade of the MountainInside the temple there you will meeta god who will share a secret if sixteen you greetTo bring life to your maiden mountains must fallaccoutered with only a sword must you bestow eternal slumber to them allOn top of a cliff the first giant is slain Next near the cave the docile mammoth you will leave lameThird cross the walkway above the lake there you'll leave the second goliath's armor in your wakeThe following beast is a mighty steedwhose your clever distraction it could never foreseeOn top of a pillar you next foe does sleepawaken only briefly for its wings now pierce into the deepYour next behemoth will carry muc
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