Awake Manimeth ... wake up !! fire goes out on the horizon the horizon line curve your hands as if your two absorbed will press tu face burning fire, burning your nose in your clasping his temples into the void ...
this, you utter your conscience gema rance decorating your mind since the beginning of their training, then manimeth sat with his face to the sun; this stroked his hands and fell on his altar,
" i meditate on my heart that wants slow its beat, you want to beat my mind as heart deserter. hold my senses whose hands beating, without it is felt by my conscience.
they slip jewels of the universe for my thoughts looking sit shore maze of ideas ... ideas for those of the shores of the sit of edge invisible planet to me now situate them away from an image as the desert rushing the cosmos ... "
that over Sun ...., look wheel by tiger eye iris as a party lights, transparent wheel and bouncing off the moon brains out. those are crushed envious by evil, believed to enjoy bliss of pardon for their sins ven slips on themselves not falling the storms of flower seeds on themselves.
my locked tongue snaked my fingers clubbed ... but the surge of infinity breath of faith embrace a creed, illogical swings embrace the path that is pursued by the logical paths.
Look at that hunt ... !! accecivity is rotating in your arms portals it is your illogical outfit uncover your personality, sheltering beautiful but your radio influence damn about feeling kingdom kindness of you and your evil, in a dialogue on allowing a snuff sheet for you you are feeling for your pleasure human luck it levitating or for response to where can losing my world comfort foliage of my true world...
but me accecivity headlines enrich my delicate sides harmless. the accecivity during a month ago pain in my sides of my increasing progression winds, without passive dominate chastise my sorrow.
but my altar in his platform admit my dreams of eternity making my fire, sun and moon as a whole, and these three elements astrophysics be myself wish light ends but not born.
Manimeth wake, the offense !! here she comes flinch you comes your depth impure it comes from the weed that is cut your belly, is torn of your life as a minute pressed to become the second of your life by leaving your altar for the occupy another.
Wake araise up manimeth, he opened his eyes and saw all the brown, vio his hands embodied in flowers, vegetative as psychic strength dermis and growing herbs.
your eyes dwarfed compassed basin as lost their eyes suns galactic orbits looking to occupy.
Manimeth but is illuminated, and then quantifies wind gusts they occupy your space that as wind dies your roam in between , as rivers of light with new species of light protecting messages for detainees interfered.
winds here are understood, go there for you receive them willfully why he decided traveling my words mounted on the wind to arrive to you.
In the oven, where the hosts of devolution swept violent with feeling my beloved ... it is hence the examination of my self-awareness mammalian waves as you want all breastfeeding order by continuing creation of new exams of worlds in creation in lines and creating stable appearance worlds ... floating stable wishes ...
i crossed as parchment bowling for that wind fragile, carrying my heart fire sealing for the whole universe my doubts, heartrending voice screaming like inertial manimeth running away from me, only leaving me sitting in my altar jeweled only with my hands in flower converted and my mind as ethereal form compressing worlds now meditate in my heart ...
Jose Luis Carreño Troncoso