Walking on the Beach Have you ever gone walking on the beach? Shoes slipped off, sand covering your feet Just you walking, on a big empty space. The wind blowing in your face. You pull your coat around you tight; to brace against the cold. Arms across your body, you fold Waves crashing on the shore Yet you find peace and tranquillity, even with the waves loud roar You walk and walk, losing track of time Recharging your soul, body and mind. How is it possible to find such peace? When all around you is noise. Yet the wind in your face, the crash of the waves, brings you such joy. I love walking on the beach, shoes slipped off, sand covering your feet Coat pulled up around your face, the Beach becomes my happy place.
On the air where I have to move my arms I have to learn to walk on the Water ...
On the air of so much breathing I will drown from so much breathing on the water ...
On the water and the air I have to walk swallowing water and air, on the Final Water Minute Dogmate.
To have Faith in I, I believe in Eternal Life, I digest the water from the remnants of distilled water from Lourdes, nauseated, resurfaced in the gaze in full water of my soul devoured, full 3 moles of water in my claws on the water.
My bones and brain are water, just like my whole body,
He limps on the water ...
It will appear in the brotherhood Dogmate 11 February in Lourdes,
50 minutes from fifty meters above the surface that joins your existence of Bernardette to Bernardino about a hundred Cm above the water.
Pale blue whitenned trail to sing the Psalm where Alta lies
Hail Regina sine labe originali conceptam.
Stunning smell of my ear, loud nasal sound from the beards of the bubble to the final Minute Dogmate Island.
Remain lying there, be her and not You ...
Move your arms so that they can see you on these three sides of the air wind over the profile of your gaze.
Recirculate from the beginning and cover first and second position, then in the Reef where you lift your ankles to rub the Air and Water in meek quarry that becomes Fungi Dogmate water, Scream to the Northeast three times Save Regina Dogmate,
Three times you breathe ..
Three times you row with the awareness of your redemption.
On the water a ship has to rescue you from the Water, even if you have never been there. Who will do it at the third call will go to look for a tired but anointed legionary in Salvation.
Final Minute Dogmate, you are Risen!