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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.