GECS TLK'S

El mundo  como la serie de planos conectados paralelamente en un infinito cósmico energético, que se manifiesta como físico y se entiende como irreal. El mundo esta lleno de galaxias y las galaxias llenas de mundos. Las galaxias están llenas de mundos y los mundos están llenos de mundos. Escrito el 10 de Junio del 2017 , Milano

Sono parole con il vento Las que vuelan por el tiempo Tiempos que pasan lenguajes Sono i testi che sono registrati Escritos llenos de legado Por qué actúan en el momento Dañan y crean sentimientos salvajes come l'amore e l'odio che sono uguali Pero se sienten distinto Como el hombre y la mujer que No se hablan, no se miran y no se tocan Tantas veces separados en especie Seres humanos que se cortejan y gozan Mezclan sus lenguas siempre en el dialogo Es la luz que cuando se contienen así mismos forman. Con palabras voy con palabras vengo Por eso el monje nunca habló Y Cuando el momento llego Todo su espíritu elevo Solo el tiempo dirá cuántos besos perdi Si en tu amor yo vi una vida en ti Puesto que una vida gane y otra mate La pura sensación terca de un vacío completo El tiempo corre tan lento que no me di cuenta en que momento le di veintiseis vueltas al sol, rápidamente Pase de estar ocupado a organizar mis t...

One rose I gifted you Two times I regretted At the third time I forgotten Forgive you and letted you go Didn't came thru existing afterwords Never feelt like an unseen message Does it keeps bothering your princess side Not many understands my leaving After all Im everything I have But someone to share always feels nice Someday a rose will let you know my goodbye  I love you forever that time that we had Maybe a reason I follow your roses way Is because I miss that time we spent together Nothing takes a chance more than a reaction True responses come from the unconscious state If I ever call you again Would be cuz I miss you Missing your vibration around Quivering the same way Will again frame together one day?

I once wrote to you and never sent it I twice thought about you but never called Being naked covered in garden and space Dark matter and a sparkle of light in the dark Thinking about everything and nothing at all Truly waiting for a signal to pop out of nowhere Just to fill myself in joy and toxic unfullfilnes Hoping had sayd what I felt but couldn't hide Just to have another brain spinning in calm Waiting to bypass nows moving dimension Breathing both sides of rivers love and rain Without looking searching a middle rad state Rock and notes of barking in the wild Everyone gets tired of it at some point No one really wants to leave the big face That seemed like dark that had hidden away The only way to go, seems like nowadays Rocking the notes of barking in the digital wild Most of the time, changing and reacting whys Electrical dark vibrations that doomed away by light Nothing enlightens more than natural open spaces Falling yourself small in everything and big...