marți, 11 noiembrie 2008

#3

never imagine my vacuumness like a translucent body
but almost like a spy from
a naked thought of not transgressing random ideas
between cold wine
and
our
pictured
vision

#2

I always am the dream
which manipulates
the right inspiration
above
this white skeleton

#1

the
green boned
orchestra
unconsciously
understands
memory