About Me
Chaotic visions of love written by the illusions of a dreamer. Stuck in the corner beside the conscious is his most indescribable form of expression. Laying down, a visionary way of love, without to like or to hurt, without to burn or to get cold. Seen as time goes by. Equilibrium stands by...different way of love... Total masturbation of a mind, disturbed by the incognito rejection of a soul, promised to the glamour and illusion of the world;Ain't a love to be found, ready for a trial? Sad as the ocean, clear as the sky in a quiet night. Waves passing by...no time to get started, only moments for a life. Led by the stars...And the angels from the sky keep crying, simple logic, mysterious mind. Never forgot by the stranger in that corner, from whom you might have got, a look of understanding, how would it be a better way of life if love had survived in the land of a human kind.Sadness to a dreamer is a past without glory or fame, money or revenge, death or freedom, only hope there is a place for his thoughts in his future suicidal mind. Faking for attention, only acting to the public blind, in truth without the eyes, also deaf and mute, paraplegic to any kind of art. And the dreamer keeps trying to get inspiration from inside, not knowing who is right, existing only inside, hoping for the outside to take charge and drive to the peaks of glory. Achievement of an undisputed mind...- crying to the sky, energy comes by, left by the atoms of a theory called Quantum, and the mass still up tight, unbreakable mind...even having ninety per cent left behind...the most strong energy of all: THE MIND
