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In the long night veins nerves muscles scars and other tissues throb on me spontaneous semen as a water thread drop by drop oozed on my stone's abdomen. Petrified in granite I shine from quartz crystals will-o'-the-wisp over the sleeping grave

I never become tired of writing on sand words erased by tides WRITING LIGHT SOUND DREAM LOVE MYSTERY LIFE DEATH sharp credible suddenly dissolved by the water's embrace of the moon and the wind in perpetual movement.

Springtime blue afternoon fits the golden bodies with satin's caresses strangely the adults of unbearable tenderness smile to winged children. Primavera tarde azul veste os corpos dourados em carícias de cetim

The navigation begins at the end of the day and slows down by night full of loneliness the global nothing inside empty eye sockets even from blue eyes the sky also without colour that the optical illusion sees blue everywhere or maybe