Nazi-miento.

The when day
and light was born creating sun.
In God's 8th day of momentum; while sound is conceived as Art
through his mouth, beneath my wisdom
beyond parallel, above universe.

And the sense of touching,
solely between air shaped as clouds
and the wind just whispering...With no dragons, no forest to hunt.

In blue sanctuary, with no life, or words...
Love.



MT//



mood: dot and continue.
listening to: Gustavo Cerati feat. Fito Paez-Vietnam.mp3