sábado, 1 de março de 2008

One day , many years in the past, a man has borned. he was the one trough the colour of his eyes, to the deepness of opening and kind love, this child grew developing human contact trough the other senses, practising is own telephatic mind waves of goodness. all people around him felt so happy, always a young girl started singing folk music, and it was a vast deep knowledge of the human mind, the wisdom and power of making hapennings, visions, telekineses, teletransportations, virtual one of he is image, reflex,

Today i awoke in a strange room, full of flowers on the walls, orchids blooming at fast forward become giant puffs, flowing in the air. i moved my head lying in bed, took a look around, in a glimpse trying to remember how did i get there.
in this wood-carved-boat bed. suddendly i feel a breeze trough the open window, and think that maybe, this bed could be working, and i would get ready to set sail in the air, navigating trough the clouds in this wood-carved-boat bed. besides the bed i see the button to open the ceiling. it's working, opening the sky.



the forest is filled with glass trees, shinning reflexes of the sun, a quite amazing view

1 comentário:

give me a reason... disse...

Hey Sergio!

I just loved what you have written, it's really awesome!!! Keep going, simple things are the best in our lives...

Kiss kiss Bang Bang,
Ana