28 de febrero de 2013

I want to be a free architect that runs down the window that leads down to the river of passions.

Pretending everything goes right. Pretending that I believe in what I do.

I am anew, I am good.

Illusion as something not that you drown into, but as something you sweat.


I might need your-hand to keep me afloat.

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