Must time implode and serve the earth de ses histoires fourchues.
Should the wound forever fester when life shrinks.
Go along your path man without horizon that fear subjugates. pass the hand through the crack of secrecy that another hand will grasp. Don't postpone your dreams in Lent to be random collusion. Évoque l'arbre pliant dans l'orage in rhythm under the gust to make the soul of the wind his own. Écarte les chemises du printemps under the sweetness of cherry blossoms counting foraging bees. Be the sword of fire roaming the hunting ground des phrases incises. Sois l'épousée of eternal reality dans sa transcendance fleurie. Be the salt and myrrh sous l'eucalyptus frissonnant qu'anime les eaux de Tibériade.
