banda sonora para um serãozinho de trabalho... There is lambswool under my naked feet. The wool is soft and warm, -gives off some kind of heat. A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed. Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid. The fleas cling to the golden fleece, Hoping theyll find peace. Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid. Theres no hiding in my memory. Theres no room to void.
Posted on: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 00:24:42 +0000
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