Find your words. Find the right words. Do
again, if you want.
Just look in the pockets and review your notes in your notebook.
sometimes leave contrails on paper.
is sometimes difficult to think clearly, but do not despair if you've lost track of the fox. You know you have the right words. Just search
within.
What do you feel when the music flows from your fingers?
What do you feel when words are growing inside you?
time the pillow loft paid off, but always try to be too demanding.
Perhaps only part of your elegant pride.
Now Alma's eyes looking in the taverns of Tulus, at the bottom of a glass of beer, a pack of cigarettes.
glassy eyes.
think you fade, perhaps.
no clutch, you feel comfortable with the turns of your pants and the green felt hat, walking hand in hand through unfamiliar streets once visited.
Like writing a story.
Chasing the subtle ...
Emocionándote with music and with the brightness at a glance. Describing words
imagined. Looking
beauty. The brightness of the small
wakefulness.
The strings of your guitar.
A marigold.
few swing hips.
Walking through the alleys of time in a country once known.
A fictional tale of love. Describing words
imagined. Grazing
kindly calm, stunned by a thought in the middle of the night. Looking
beauty. Search
your words. Find the right words.
Do not despair if you've lost track of the fox. You know you have the right words.
The ink and the blue lotus.
Just look inside yourself.
Just look in the pockets and review your notes in your notebook.
sometimes leave contrails on paper.
is sometimes difficult to think clearly, but do not despair if you've lost track of the fox. You know you have the right words. Just search
within.
What do you feel when the music flows from your fingers?
What do you feel when words are growing inside you?
time the pillow loft paid off, but always try to be too demanding.
Perhaps only part of your elegant pride.
Now Alma's eyes looking in the taverns of Tulus, at the bottom of a glass of beer, a pack of cigarettes.
glassy eyes.
think you fade, perhaps.
no clutch, you feel comfortable with the turns of your pants and the green felt hat, walking hand in hand through unfamiliar streets once visited.
Like writing a story.
Chasing the subtle ...
Emocionándote with music and with the brightness at a glance. Describing words
imagined. Looking
beauty. The brightness of the small
wakefulness.
The strings of your guitar.
A marigold.
few swing hips.
Walking through the alleys of time in a country once known.
A fictional tale of love. Describing words
imagined. Grazing
kindly calm, stunned by a thought in the middle of the night. Looking
beauty. Search
your words. Find the right words.
Do not despair if you've lost track of the fox. You know you have the right words.
The ink and the blue lotus.
Just look inside yourself.
Snacks pretentious
Xavier de Tusalle and Chus Cuesta Mandala & LápizCero 2008 ISBN: 978-84-936176-8-4
