The nude face of the sky is thirsty of joy soaked in yellow discerning a disease -of mind or body!? cringing like an infant in torpid lap of afternoon the infant who fondles her mother's breast in loose aspirations for it to milk
The nude face of the sky is impregnated with water and silence ! Th thirsty joy is silent. Mind and body suffer silently like a whirlwind. THE AFTERNOON is waiting breathlessly humming the song of life and ecstasy. The mother and the child in a rhythm of intimacy Music of silence. You understand the power and powerlessness of words.
The nude face of the sky is impregnated with water and silence !
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THE AFTERNOON is waiting breathlessly humming the song of life and ecstasy.
The mother and the child in a rhythm of intimacy Music of silence.
You understand the power and powerlessness of words.