long without renewing this space ...
but the return comes as the end and beginning of the circle, everything revolves and goes its way, the river flows and is never the same ...
this place also takes a new aura and art will continue flying with more power and peace, beyond the soul ...
Union
fire at a forked tongue
eyes, Rot in heaven bleeds
eyes, Rot in heaven bleeds
nostalgia clouds lost, bite your breasts
a shell let me weep and wallow
, stiff with sweat
kills your voice
clover ash consúmete how sad my sex
low light of thy womb, and
vomÃtame, tears
pearl blue, of caress or whip end of Cyclops
stuck on your forehead from liquid beam
your legs.