SIMPLY ... NERONE!
(inverted hemispheres)
Once upon a time, in the middle of a clearing in a dense and dark woods, the
... ... ... NO!
One can not begin this way, a story about ... CEDRONE.
CEDRONE: fluffy animal, turkey, chicken breast, thigh, bone fork, dark, TELIP-TELEP, FLAP-FLAP AND CRACK!
Mah!
... ... fades the battery, "said G. softly to my friend, while tricky in the dark and lacking in solidarity with the silence necessary, another branch broke beneath our feet, causing the characteristic sharp sound, so dear to Cedrone, which was instantly alarmed. Rather
... ... ... ...
could hit the sky, if clear sky in spring, it makes you feel trapped in a fishbowl, and where, far from the lights that normalize the urban system, as the constellations they tell you your As ...
Mmmm ... hard to decide ...
Perhaps so:
between science and poetry, sweating, cold and hassle, in the spring when I am in the early morning in the dark to wait for the Cedrone:
A person appears!
Paaablooo!?
What are you doing here, Pablo?
Dream or are simply hanging in the balance between day and night, between the forest and the limbo?
Where do you go out? Maybe that hole between the stones communicates with the Andes and the afterlife?
I almost slip there too!
Devil! is written (in English) ONE WAY! They are cut off! But
Pablo!
This is no place for you, you were wrong, you have confused the meridians and parallels twisted, you have to do it all!
too, I do it all, I have out of my mind these broad leaves dripping, slimy and these endless vines and the flowers too big, exaggerated to be our own. I must run away from this tropical forest where the drops are transformed into green emeralds and the phallic attributes in snakes!
I look at my watch, but I see only a slight ripple ... ... ...! What a joke this morning ...
things of this world, not to believe. I mentioned
Pablo! Provo
invented this formula instantly rearrange things:
"clear black feathers and pens, pens
hard and soft feathers, beak, and greedy
red eyebrows,
fighting force and equal eye."
Devil !
seems to work!
parallels and meridians are recompose and large conifers show again their sharp silhouettes.
I realize now;
to evoke the image of Pablo synergy image between Condor and Cedrone!
affinity between the two?
In the dark of night, why not?
"I am the condor flight
about you that you walk, and suddenly
in a round of wind, feather, claws, assault
you and raise you in a cyclone
hissing
cold stormy.
In my tower of snow,
to my black hole,
bear you, and live alone, and you cover yourself in feathers, and
flights over the world,
motionless on high.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... "
(Pablo Neruda, The condor)
(inverted hemispheres)
Once upon a time, in the middle of a clearing in a dense and dark woods, the
... ... ... NO!
One can not begin this way, a story about ... CEDRONE.
CEDRONE: fluffy animal, turkey, chicken breast, thigh, bone fork, dark, TELIP-TELEP, FLAP-FLAP AND CRACK!
Mah!
... ... fades the battery, "said G. softly to my friend, while tricky in the dark and lacking in solidarity with the silence necessary, another branch broke beneath our feet, causing the characteristic sharp sound, so dear to Cedrone, which was instantly alarmed. Rather
... ... ... ...
could hit the sky, if clear sky in spring, it makes you feel trapped in a fishbowl, and where, far from the lights that normalize the urban system, as the constellations they tell you your As ...
Mmmm ... hard to decide ...
Perhaps so:
between science and poetry, sweating, cold and hassle, in the spring when I am in the early morning in the dark to wait for the Cedrone:
A person appears!
Paaablooo!?
What are you doing here, Pablo?
Dream or are simply hanging in the balance between day and night, between the forest and the limbo?
Where do you go out? Maybe that hole between the stones communicates with the Andes and the afterlife?
I almost slip there too!
Devil! is written (in English) ONE WAY! They are cut off! But
Pablo!
This is no place for you, you were wrong, you have confused the meridians and parallels twisted, you have to do it all!
too, I do it all, I have out of my mind these broad leaves dripping, slimy and these endless vines and the flowers too big, exaggerated to be our own. I must run away from this tropical forest where the drops are transformed into green emeralds and the phallic attributes in snakes!
I look at my watch, but I see only a slight ripple ... ... ...! What a joke this morning ...
things of this world, not to believe. I mentioned
Pablo! Provo
invented this formula instantly rearrange things:
"clear black feathers and pens, pens
hard and soft feathers, beak, and greedy
red eyebrows,
fighting force and equal eye."
Devil !
seems to work!
parallels and meridians are recompose and large conifers show again their sharp silhouettes.
I realize now;
to evoke the image of Pablo synergy image between Condor and Cedrone!
affinity between the two?
In the dark of night, why not?
"I am the condor flight
about you that you walk, and suddenly
in a round of wind, feather, claws, assault
you and raise you in a cyclone
hissing
cold stormy.
In my tower of snow,
to my black hole,
bear you, and live alone, and you cover yourself in feathers, and
flights over the world,
motionless on high.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... "
(Pablo Neruda, The condor)
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