Written in a square in the center of a city feel as a heavy sleeper and stubborn. Written under a tree, alone, watching birds and people moving. Written from a city oasis, one eye of the sea, a dead beat, a dream waiting calmly unveiled, a reflection of sincerity ... Oasis oasis that belong to missing nails and flying colors
signals absent loneliness
Lack Awareness of truth in your eyes that close
I break the soul with words and looks
People laugh cartoons drunk cold as
begins to rot and watch my belly
Without blinking away
meaningless without Infinity tremor of your flesh my seed
The oasis that is a cyclic time shift nonexistent Language
Birch Nostalgia Train
softer rock engravings in my chest
Get lit shelter I'm not I'm not wound
pink powder in your walk
drowns 
