Blacks

One starlight night, to trail, under a black sky. Stars with the manufactured colors, flights. Brilliances at the end of arm wrestling. Blacks. One starlight night, to sink, under a sky without hope. To manufacture images flights. Exits of the meanders of the memory. Impaled at the end of arm wrestling. One starlight night, to wander, under a bitter sky. With the first drops of rain. Wet skin, numb hands. Looking at passing the waves of the lapse of memory. On the large river with far which flees. One starlight night, to saunter, without goal, nor project. History to kill the trouble. Or to flee the hell which howls. In the head crushing the crumbs. Memories which crumble. One starlight night, to taste, fruits of the melancholy. Who in the heart extends, invades. Movements, slow breathing. Of a spellbinding environment. Fingers drawn aside to feel the wind. To cherish waiting of these long moments. One starlight night, to look at, stretch time. Without anything to understand. Without seeking to claim. To live the moment yesterday or now. Just a second to retain. The vibration of the air. Then to feel suffers it from the hell. Sweeping the vulgar dream. To accept the angels and to speak to them. One starlight night, to trail, under a black sky. Stars with the manufactured colors, flights. Brilliances at the end of arm wrestling. Blacks. Like our last evening