Thepuredirty

Let me play ... And while you cling to your reality, I will make you dream ... I will make a drawing to reality ... Lock you all wrong on paper, where you can change ... Just give me one more time ... I will change the months in eternity.

One eventually begins to realize things. Sometimes recalls moments in his head, going to elections took at that moment, wondering if the change. He wondered what would happen if he said such a thing or such other. At the same moment, a little breeze coming through the window, announcing a return to reality. And for a second, it seemed time had stopped, leaving you in a kind of limbo, something absent transformándote that also remains. A strange feeling. You look toward the window, as if waiting for someone was behind her, blowing wind for you that docile. But there is nothing. You get lost in your eyes infinity limit, a horizon where you'r

En la sombra de mis árboles todo se deforma. Pequeños estes se dispersan, abrazando las veredas, jugando por el cesped. Y yo danzo alrededor de aquellas sinfonías creadas por la gran naturaleza. Mi vecina me observa con un rostro parecido a la extrañeza, o quizás, ¿es acaso envidia? -------------------------------------------------------------- In the shade of my trees all deformed. Small're dispersed, hugging the sidewalks, playing on the lawn. And I dance around those symphonies created by the great nature. My neighbor notes with a face like the surprise, perhaps, is it envy?