The small shells respond anything about the immensity of the sea. Observe inert and innocent, with eyes that were born in the beach sand and has always lived in the calm end-of-wave with a nonchalant kiss wets feet. No, small shells say anything about the great revolutions in the high seas, on its fierce and relentless nature, fully filled with death and life, of corpses and eggs, scary and comforting arms. The small shells lie shamelessly about mobile in tables or in boxes, as delicate distorted memories. Tiny shells are like smiles parties, firmly candy dish with lid planted in the sand of the usual expressions after tsunami overwhelming: the feeling that erupts in me.
Hold or disengage? It is evil? It is well?
Poetry Beggar
The lives of others
meet me at the back of the blue bus
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