" Wind sandals " that it was called this being of shadows inhabited what a cry out of the usual encounters this loneliness with a chipped trace origin of passions bent over the pavement of circumstances this reluctance to have to do this sown escape gold dust these suns collected days in an eggshell the unbinding of major chords underground music winged wind after continuous casting my soul my ability to hug the in-between from visible to invisible the Nothing of our reciprocal agreement .
