- Feelings Radio -
In a burst of spring, the power of one look is a revival soul. After
waterfalls of words and prayers in a small second, I found the size of the flowers.
The lawns are no longer secrets, in the hills of your large chest full of flowers.
The scent of a beautiful forest, a young sprout, strong.
not you hear the melody of the trees?
mixes with the music of your voice, punctuated by the smile of the sky.
push towards your heart, flower more beautiful than before, with stronger colors.
For those hurt by her beauty before me, he spotted smoke.
The clouds open up to the magnificence of feeling.
--- imagery & inspiration: rice - "...[ kokoro on] " from: [mei] "maxi-single
Friday, October 21, 2005
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- One Box -
--- Strong midday sun on the cement of a new city, built on old sighs in the past.
time escapes without pause, while everyone tries to snatch what can his multicolored coat. How
relics capture every single second, turn it into binary codes, logic high level, in the chemical bonds and unspecified electrical stimulation of the brain.
The reflection of electromagnetic waves, which are for color images designed to warm the soul ...
Not to forget the little patch of time that we would gain more.
We embroider on, to make it better looking, smelling of earth and rain, biscuits and gasoline. Sex and tears.
At any time, we look to smile and wipe the sweat of their frantic race to which we have agreed to participate.
We close everything, night crickets, silk, from distant countries, rough stone, violins, ivy and plastic, in one beautiful box.
Breath.
- inspiration & imagery: rice - "One Box" from "[strong]" maxi-single -
--- Strong midday sun on the cement of a new city, built on old sighs in the past.
time escapes without pause, while everyone tries to snatch what can his multicolored coat. How
relics capture every single second, turn it into binary codes, logic high level, in the chemical bonds and unspecified electrical stimulation of the brain.
The reflection of electromagnetic waves, which are for color images designed to warm the soul ...
Not to forget the little patch of time that we would gain more.
We embroider on, to make it better looking, smelling of earth and rain, biscuits and gasoline. Sex and tears.
At any time, we look to smile and wipe the sweat of their frantic race to which we have agreed to participate.
We close everything, night crickets, silk, from distant countries, rough stone, violins, ivy and plastic, in one beautiful box.
Breath.
- inspiration & imagery: rice - "One Box" from "[strong]" maxi-single -
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- Shades of Inferno - INTERNATIONAL
sounds wet, the clouds on the horizon, a blank outline of the corners of my vision. The perception of a dilated
unnecessary time, place a white, forget it.
Hell of ancient peoples, sophisticated in my mind of modern man.
No blood on the walls of stone, no frightening demons.
A very large room with no extreme, suffocating in its total freedom. What
worst suffering extreme isolation?
I feel lost and empty, to gaze on landscapes projected pace of mind died.
Drained of any force, everyone is locked in a similar situation, unable to return to the world of material things.
The one hundred and seven people's faces, the many leaves on the trees, trecensosessanta degrees of space and the billions of heartbeats.
The small seed of hope, lies on the soft floor, with no desire to grow.
remains a small leaf sap in memory of the soul.
Hell is a place white, forget it. ---
imagery & inspiration: rice - "Inferno" from: "[strong]" maxi-single evening
sounds wet, the clouds on the horizon, a blank outline of the corners of my vision. The perception of a dilated
unnecessary time, place a white, forget it.
Hell of ancient peoples, sophisticated in my mind of modern man.
No blood on the walls of stone, no frightening demons.
A very large room with no extreme, suffocating in its total freedom. What
worst suffering extreme isolation?
I feel lost and empty, to gaze on landscapes projected pace of mind died.
Drained of any force, everyone is locked in a similar situation, unable to return to the world of material things.
The one hundred and seven people's faces, the many leaves on the trees, trecensosessanta degrees of space and the billions of heartbeats.
The small seed of hope, lies on the soft floor, with no desire to grow.
remains a small leaf sap in memory of the soul.
Hell is a place white, forget it. ---
imagery & inspiration: rice - "Inferno" from: "[strong]" maxi-single evening
Saturday, October 15, 2005
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MICH!
From 27 to 1 in the morning I'll be on the Peninsula to attend to Lucca Comics as a simple set ... or anything except the fact that I go to Luccacomics!! FINALMENTEEEEEEEEEEE \\ *___________________*/
Ooooo SIII SII
>___________\u0026lt;)
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From 27 to 1 in the morning I'll be on the Peninsula to attend to Lucca Comics as a simple set ... or anything except the fact that I go to Luccacomics!! FINALMENTEEEEEEEEEEE \\ *___________________*/
Ooooo SIII SII
>___________\u0026lt;)
bacettiiiiiiiiiii
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