At the edge of the dream the father hold out your hand the mother hands behind the back the dog close the trail the child hides. In the distance a Dutch mill first floor the apartments are open the columns support the arches a milky white covers the walls the horse is ready. One ! monte erase the treats with a gesture don't hold back death be the wind in the cool of the clear morning be the glower of your space hiccups life vermilion with a spasm be heaven in glory my child my diamond of the moment at the corner of the lips point of smile just the occasion for a cavalcade just the friction with the eternal. lightning bolt you know the way slowly except for the interdicts inclinations of the shadows. Be frozen at the calvary of the married the target of truths this piece of velvet where to lay your head eye to eye before the tear.
