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Remembering expressive past
( Eva Barberá del Rosal - ESP )

 

 

 

I suppose the presence and the continuity of inspirative seduction,

 

one chanal around messages,

 

that search for an inner meaning

 

spontaneous treasure in the obscurity.

 

Participating in this frenzy I pursue the perfection of a moment,

 

the lament of eternity just in the presence of time.

 

I hide myself in my shell, in mom's womb, waiting the best intrigue provoked

 

in the others.

 

Now and then I don't tremble, I don't need a medicine to dream;

 

the words of some touch,

 

the sorrow and the panic of being a part of the virgen society.

 

The tragedy without rules of diying each day one and more.

 

I think that only our desire is the splendour of a night, where the

 

sky is stars and poetic songs.