Ovulation Bleeding And Twins

THOUSAND FACES WITHOUT FACE (pt.2)

Genoa, where men gathered to draw attention to the roadside and asked some dirty money, to drive in as many hands dirty. Hands under the eyes that shine dusty small coins that resonate in the fists, as little instruments of torture, there are not enough coins to fill your hands, always too empty, there will never be enough money. The eyes of men is reflected continuously through this sea of \u200b\u200bindifference, which also disrupts the body less sensitive, which makes accustomed to small things, that hides everything worth loving. The eyes are almost closed, the night passed without leaving any trace in the memories, like those nights that came later, and again later. The sea takes advantage of the constant force of perdition, that the memory fades slowly after hangover, this water with his shoes soaked through, not understanding the world for what it is. The city makes man free a slave, and enslaves a free man. The dream of the city, remain unchanged over time, grow through similar times in the right measure, without haste, life has its time, each fruit will be caught at the right ripeness. Every detail is grown in warm, kept warm while waiting for a man, a woman who will understand, who will live in memory, when the longest day is not enough to survive.
Genoa underwater world, with a thousand faces without a face. Water that clogged the smiles, spewing water, mouths without breath, eyes without eyes, toothless mouths, uncultivated land. Genova, daughter, mother of a primitive city, roads tangled, writhing thoughts escaping the fate default. Man City, Man of the streets. Loss of consciousness, alleys to get lost, to lose balance. I watch you from my gutter, where it seems possible to throw without pain, where you can lose the essence of the name, number recognition. Place cage, not all, consciousness, coercion, isolation, nothing, a glass half full, shared reality, isolation.