something quite deep, without a precise title and mostly unedited

...... Talking to the evening, asking it to bring a kind dream for the night.. the orders of the Milky Way might find a new song, a new element in scriptography without any precise meaning.... Subsequently the stars twist and turn in a series of words above the world and in a moment the knight covers the sky in night, his black wings swirling the steam from the late cup of tea and the last bedtime story is told before the final * good night* prayer.

   The lights are gone but there is still a glow of the entities watching over the world and if you notice the small red lights between the stars maybe you could send them a smile.

   Someones already did that...

1. HIM

   I feel so much more abstract as day turns to night.. I wrote my soul on a peace of stone and sent it flying until I broke the window of a heart with the endless love of tears... I never chose but have been chosen through gentle pain and ink of artistic tangled surroundings that brought me from one place to another space and as my dimmensional consciousness radiantly flashes my spiritual reflections on her eyebrow I take that which is mine but just for a moment until I belong no more... and the frame again and I give away and I fall and rise in an endless search... I send them a smile and they might take me...

2. HER

   What is the signifiant and the deep? Where lies a concentrated brain there also lies a strategy of hiding and where there is a mother there shall be earth and sacrifice... I saw the whole genesis and wrote the story of this earthly wonder through objective perspectives, through technical feelings and unspoken proposals.... My task was to learn the universal lullaby for all generations and why it made them sleep they never asked... when darkness came they withdrew to the protection of the inner core of my central magnets and close their eyes to dive within.. I have always been ballanced but this time I thought of changing from a solar satelite into a different figure... They answered at my smile and now I am happy... weather I float or dive they might still take me...

3. HIM and HER- THEM

  Non-parasitic but ever existing, ever twins, ever children, ever him and ever her, of earth and atmosphere, of essence, of purity, fragile and brave with fair thoughts, spinning through endlessness to keep the generations in their continuous rhythm of movement, drawing the widest and largest forests, montains and seas, having geography as an useful friend of the wise historian who shall take charge of waving a crown of stars over his head and into the stories of old.. never turning their back on each other us the brothers, us the formers and the lovers of nature, air and stone , born and reborn and reinvented again shall lead struggles to the light... and now we smile and they might take us....

  The Milky Way has turned into silk of smiles and energies of the wildest... As the Universe shall expand in times to come we might as well smile upon it and in the wonder of that small red glow, our journey might bring a feeling of glory and lust so that knowledge and strength might make one s feeling so as to belong more than worth living......