Minds Very Far And Unknow .The Silent.The Universe.

Music for other heads.
Point-line-shape.
Time-space-velocity.

Atmospheric sonority for zones others, for rains suspended, without more roads of the thousand impressions, of the thin transparencies,of the far instantaneous.

That is somewhere else,from an other part,without tracings,of eclipse in leaden skies,of caustic nuclear enigmas,of the escape without time,in accidental hours,of exchange express,of moon unknown spiral,in painted summers,of warm oxygen.

Nomadic gestures, of the celestial noise,of honey and spheres, in the silence cement, the time that lies on the water,to the horizon, in the last darken.

Power of velvet,of blue Amethyst, of the gold ethereal, of the destiny talisman, of cashmere and graffitos, of industrial avenues, of breathtaking letters,of nights that exploded in going to fluctuate,to vibrate,to the poison.

That is there where does not strike the times, in the night without bottom, only in its sighs, within one dew of liquid. Music of moon unknown spiral,of painted summers,of warm oxygen, of jump in the empty, of hypnotic incense in the labyrinth.

That knows where ends the curve, of the mute and vergin words, of bare bodies to half air.

Without tracings, of eclipse in leaden skies,of caustic nuclear enigmas, of smoke vapors smog of sealing-wax, of the ethereal wanderer escape.

Angles, of the reflected ardor of aromatic flame, focal point, hypnotic magma, of fluidity spatials, of cuts, like the curve of one spike in shady flowers.

Necklaces of drops beyond the Zenith that burned, like the shadow to the sunset, of imprecisate distances, like slabs of light to the rhythm that escapes immense putting in background red.

High acid tides, dynamic burning, in the earth of nobody, of the escape without time, of accidental hours, of exchange express.

Rhythm that runs against the sunflowers, of the metaphysical trigger, the far reality, of the alchemic source, the hydrogen rose sunset,the colors that become sounds.

Objects without time, for kisses vanishes,for bodies of the night, for air of the earth, spark and thunder, for spaces that vanish for far places.

Analogic flow, of cold in the fire, voice in the wind, anger in the spirit, of where it is unknown who you are, from where you come.

Two steps more ahead,a single horizon one single current a single movement.

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