Because
you’re fresh,
shores of winds about an andean
dream
.
The sound
of
sands between rocks,
oh,
that promise!
..how can pacman roads into a memories’ country
come
with me
to
a jungle
of geometrical fruits
that will remember me,
my
beauty, sweety,
Scene
?
Coasts of
an unpacific heart,
running
through
the rivers,
the mountains,
the hurricanes,
from
a
bubble world,
hide
inside
of a
‘mojiperro’
purple thought.
I’ll
bring your
instinct
.
r1ck7 