Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Humidity In A Gecko Tank

The hourglass time

Reality confused
the future is reflected in the glass eyes of the alien
.

sacred words echo in the rain that falls
slow wetting what is immoral
keep inside your soul.

Sensi overshadowed by sex,
a stranger seeks love, but will only
the falsity of a foul unhealthy.

Looking for something
we go beyond human virtue
where something seems like a mere mirage.


In search of a word that makes us feel like children
nell'infantile we lose consciousness.

Demon website and in our hearts,
where feasting with our emotions
and pushes us towards a possible self-destruction.

Is there anything wrong in his eyes,
where my image so many times
immersed herself with infinite gentleness.

Looking for a false truth, I loved

until the cancellation of all emotions.

Dolce murderer of my senses,
much suffering in your false words,
much pain in your false love.

Life is nothing but a succession of images
flowing slowly along the grains of sand, a whole life
sealed in glass ampoules.

Rebel
resurrect ourselves and grind
glass that keeps us.

Nutriamoci of love & suffering
make way for a happy dream,
slowly killing the unhealthy thoughts.

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