Lost cast
reins on the neck of my horse, I trust his instincts
to find my way.
between bushes and desert snakes
reason, what is time
clouds when they strike their hands?
since the air is renewed and my heart cries out forms, so I
I do not renew
leave footprints!
not dress gold
are read back, but a court
inside me that in every man a king.
On the road there is a man who does not know what to offer.
water is not what I am trying!
nor injuries have healed!
At nightfall
want to be there!
the wave is the ultimate opportunity of being
time - and not in time.
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