Look - and only if you could not but too - I do

- My eyes. The secret of my eyes is that they kept the secrets they know.
The secrets are not my eyes - the secret is whose eyes found not the secrets, but theirs eyes.

The secret of my eyes is that they are perfect tiny liers about me, and I'm so proud of them, really proud, I even call them names, sometimes the left is promise and the right runner.

You Promise...and this is the way my day starts...it takes sometimes a lot of courage to open the right one ---- he really wants, but even not affraid of promise the promise forgot to believe, she became selfish - can the two be selfish or should -

Só sei que ainda não sei o que quero saber.

Metade do caminho começa quando me lembro disto. Exactamente como uma injúria que cometesse contra a mim a pedir favores do tempo, e lembrar-me é só mesmo uma memória tornada na mais imediata realidade que desta forma me parece não ser - a realidade.
Assim,nas míriades infímas da memória o conhecimento esconde-se, desejado - e eu aceito o convite. Afinal era não ter de sair do mesmo lugar, mas com outra desculpa, mais nobre. É claro que não é preciso desculpas, só outra justificação para ficar onde nunca se esteve nem está, a justificação para o conhecimento, que perpetuava a esperança que isso não interessa ... afinal ainda não sei o que quero saber!

Shores of the winners bathing me

Fiercing fear
Shapped
From eyes design

as we see

thou score
neither against
or throw

The challenge

throwned
away
the true impelling

The beginning

agony broken
inside refresh

The conquest

wonder soul
madly begs
to be pleased

sweet agony
we keep
?

vyntage

At the bottom
The surface
escapes
from
the fully
purpose
at the
bottom
the task
unveils
an lonely thought
at the bottom
there will lay!

irritating irreality

The Vast ocean of absurd is the surface for an unbounded realm of spectacular mind designs, the commom dissident runs absurdly free, but neither throw the absurd neither throw any reality. the mind, the talentous mind has many attributes but and in spite all of them the mind can't create materials, mind is herself the material, for reality, she's the one who's freedom allows to create anykind of reality. but like materials wich feed upon the others to create others, the mind use not reality but imagination to achieve the goal, imagination is the goal, as not mere possibility of real, wich is not, but as a tool to design the reality and commit mistakes. as imagination the mistakes are not real, are supposed inferences that one tries to avoid.