I’m so weird, c-we hate so long for when life not just a drop between now and the other … and the body is incomprehensible not pick flowers, not looking at the sky more often, not love, us, who die so fast … You seek, I could at least trying to … my soul crazy and alone, frematand … see you, touch you, feel you and love you … I really ghosts are so searching, or for a very long wait in a cold desert, I try to catch at every step the shadow of you do what I disappear … crying, desperate and … hurt, where are you going and who run … are tired and your shivering in the shadow of what my dream is-n … do not know you, tell you not only love … but you
I elongated and run … play and while you hide .. remain so only a shadow of a cold desert that I can no it crosses without you, without me, without us … November, what I said … to you be you or me or us … but just me and `the cold desert … but I hear you, feel you and love you, sweet and bitter shadow … May you seek, I could at least trying to. If we drop, I need the tears … If we say, I need confession … But we love people and we need … Who am I? … I am, clothes without edges, without being naive about. Sand is my soul and I feel great and love zbucim wide. Good luck with the shadow that I no longer see stretched block me grief over the remaining windows, forever, in their thirst from the sun. Have mercy, Lord, wandering child argued with good people, in his eagerness not to crush grain realms including blue, the color fields. Child worthless, soulless and too cowardly … I want? … you do things and say why? but I want things that never existed and say why not?
