ThIS ONE IS GOES TO DEATH At the village town at the hilltops celebration was heard. Voices of joy and drunkenness in the air, combined with the sent of the fresh rain that had fell not long ago on the wet fertile grass. At the village town colors of all kinds are evident on the… Continue reading The Village Town
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Oneiros
Maybe I´ll wake some time under the shades and surprise myself unexplainably rested turning my vision find light among the nothingness something perfect, brilliant, masterly stolen.
If Your The Queen…
If your the Queen If your the Queen, then where’s your crown? Have you a court of tragic clowns?