From naive
Infected gangrene of perpetual suspicion and succumbing to the spirit of the masses who see in every act of our coming a game of personal interests, human the 21st century, under the pretext an imperative of lucidity, completes his work of disenchantment.
His analysis of the world who want lucid, his comments and his criticism subversive pseudo full of bitterness led him to relegate his dreams and utopias in the complexities of a life dedicated to the denial of a party to itself.
Given this fact, the struggle of the movement "Free the worms' could appear as naive.
But there is in this naive form of grace.
That of those who still believe in the victory of freedom and justice and which do not yield not to quit.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Creamy Milky Discharge
The Missing
Fugitive parce que pure.
Parce que dans la nuit enfuie pure, jusqu'au silence de la nuit confondue,-elle a fui sans peut-être even wanting, wanting in the night away.
was as one dead hanging in her stomach, her belly weighted night and oblivion, or so-the desire for oblivion, as if the desire is already sinking in it, he already gnawed flaps of the dead child, the child who never had been, and she would have liked, however, in his flight, rescue her, put it behind and close access to memory.
Fugitive, because the queen, because one leak in the sovereign.
She left the night mingling with his body, taking up almost absorb it, it was given to night as a body which suddenly collapses and hides himself,-disposes to sleep. Sleep long and penetrated she walked into the night, sinking in the night is silent, get lost, and on-water floating lights dead as corpses adrift, as the end of something that was, but that can not be aborted an image, flickering light on a black water-up to have ever been. Fugitive
because queen is well.
Er wäre nur die
Fugitive parce que pure.
Parce que dans la nuit enfuie pure, jusqu'au silence de la nuit confondue,-elle a fui sans peut-être even wanting, wanting in the night away.
was as one dead hanging in her stomach, her belly weighted night and oblivion, or so-the desire for oblivion, as if the desire is already sinking in it, he already gnawed flaps of the dead child, the child who never had been, and she would have liked, however, in his flight, rescue her, put it behind and close access to memory.
Fugitive, because the queen, because one leak in the sovereign.
She left the night mingling with his body, taking up almost absorb it, it was given to night as a body which suddenly collapses and hides himself,-disposes to sleep. Sleep long and penetrated she walked into the night, sinking in the night is silent, get lost, and on-water floating lights dead as corpses adrift, as the end of something that was, but that can not be aborted an image, flickering light on a black water-up to have ever been. Fugitive
because queen is well.
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