
(This picture if it is mine ...)
Fresh air, vegetation full of hope, with good color hue, light passing through each corner and just hide the evil, shadows can be little distinguish and ignore many because they really can not make any harm. High humidity leaves fall from trees, logs cylinder belonging to quite high, but thin, almost terse in its crust, solid and weak, but that ecosystem decorated with brown and moss imbued with life.
Bird sounds jerky and suddenly the little walk, filled with harmony as a wave that comes from further away and takes over, so that you can see its way slowly from the horizon the opposite. They move their wings, drop a dawn that makes you smile, full of happiness and can close your eyes, I cover higher purity oxygen in the entire diaphragm and spreads in the most cryptic of your anatomy.
Woman's voice, sensual, passive harmonic calls me ... I turn to all sides, try to get a human figure, not him, then I sing, I was quiet, his desire not to be seen, want to listen, I feel, lying stone that does not bother me. Break ... It is a troubadour with his romantic composition, shows a dark dawn, wrapped with the lack of light my eyes tired and I'm hugging my chest, whispering one I love you, I kiss your forehead and sleep in the temperature your essence.