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70----Inflames

Air, I would feel wind in my face close my eyes
Open my arms
Arms scratch but fresh

I try for the tunel again.
Arming and disarming
I would carry you with me
And I want you believe it
Im sumerge in the space..in a twister
When the nebula blind me
And i sease to feel afraid

Inflames, i fell so alive
But isnt die
If you know the life
Only you calcine
If youre in the sides
And come back again
to the heaven

I just let than the cicle follow they courses
Control it for a centripetal force
For my legend didnt go
And I see her forever
Run the same orbit

Later of everything, the flames dont lay
Burn you..
And you can fly

I come back to a galactic conspiration


71----Floting over Aqueous


I took two circles
One in each hand to make the balance
I make them spin

And I realize, that it can take sence
Only equal or different
Depending the direction that you want to give it

When the metamorphosis write her lines in the filosofal stone
The refulgent spheres irradiate the truth,
Eye of the world has been open
And I still be here floting
Conjoined to the splendour to the flow across my hands

Today, when the sun to hide
I will find a between visible and invisible
I wake up of a dream

a purple day I will livitate

And a purple day i will livitate over
The sound river
When the evolution emerge
Of the profundities for the track
Of infinite magic





72-------the Oracle

Living in the desert,
Permanent morphing,
The chance that everything might be true
A game for blinds inhala placebo
See the desert like an ilusion.
The morphine that aloud transmute pain into gold
My mouth full of sand and sup alcohol
That I need to border with the sun

So Im not agreed
That Cheating must be part of this colective pshycotic theatre
I rather be seating in the desert on my gold chair
Looking mirage

I know you try thinking for me
But feedback without comunication is not Normal
And because I love you that I prefer forget it all
We need the missing eslabon
The place that make you believe that your laying on the eye of the night
This place is Spansk

Leave you believe that dreams do not exist
And that arent part of this midnight circus which interfear
This holydays
Join me at this sequence of dead screams

Here where we are, in the north of spansk,
Search for the oracle that will answers the screams that fuck you up
Search for the oracle S.P atacama in the valley of the moon,
And the one, you, can see like is closer
With my broken telescope
The eliptic NGC 205 that embrace what I feel
The oracle will tell you that pain do not exist
Make it change through the stone and see it shining
I found gold in the cold desert of the north




73----------Arthurs dilema


Want to travel in light speed
And become one with solar bean

I would like to see more light than I ever images and....
And feel the unfelt,
Fall down in perception, dreams and thoughts are not explainable.
I'm still traveling in lights speed
And being always part of the solar bean.

Leave them to go the same place as I do without burn it
As in the suffocating gas world Seem
The sphere spin
The pyrotechnic eruption,
And sit behind Zeus
Beside, mental chaos mental chaos
Who makes me stay here?
8 minutes to transport me anywhere

Now all breaks, I can not see
What I want to image
But I can still arrive where I want to
Another galaxy
Inside of me inside of me
And do not let me live.
Thanks for all,
For this gift
For this amazing travel
Throw parallel worlds being the other one
Increase twenty seven times

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