Trail - Trilha
Trail I let myself fall over a pale blue Refreshing and tonifying moment Suddenly a tender touch on my (tired) feet Could it be a bending cloud? Maybe they're upset of been unperceived They don't realize that when i close my eyes i carry them inside Atmospheric my respect but what lies beyond is magnetic The howling wind sings generosity Immersed in subtle aromas i fell lonely But watched and cared like a fruitful tree I shake out of my intent Briefly i believe it could be echoes Vigorous systoles and synapses Gears working at their best For now objectivity is not required Without warning a stronger blue arrive (turquoise), a guidance to the path Thankful , hugged and in proper clothes We run north with the surroundig incognoscibility perfection G.S. from: Purple mind Trilha Sobre o azul pálido , me deito Me deixo arrefecer e tonificar Sinto um toque suave em meus pé
