Sometimes I come to think that this love is transition of my sanity...
Of my apparent control...
Of my lascivious and incoherent wills...
Incoherence of rites, of mythhs, prayers and mantras destinated to you, to your insuperable power over me..
gilbert antonio
The enchantment of the Chaos.
Word Maker.
Of my apparent control...
Of my lascivious and incoherent wills...
Incoherence of rites, of mythhs, prayers and mantras destinated to you, to your insuperable power over me..
gilbert antonio
The enchantment of the Chaos.
Word Maker.
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário