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                Kaliméra    From my perspective,aurora seems to be an (almost) never ending straight line    Adorned with desintegration proof metallic structures,the appealing recyclable garbage stands    The aurora's one way sew right with wrong and shuffle people like cards    Life pulsing along from cages,windows and mangroove    Aurora belongs to the singles, knotted ones and new born dreams under construction    Time holds sky above and both conduct tides and ruling waves    Rising concrete,erased canvas,hurting memories,aurora     Singular expression of maritme power wich crook canes and bow heads    Bubbling sounds of polished blowing instruments ressonante all over,aurora    Culture expressed on walls,wodden voices,volatile traffic signs,aurora    Animals and automobiles,customers,diversity of cults,sneaky figures,aurora ...

 

               Christmas card      I give you my best and the best of my world as a coded deal      My private party has just begun in your forehead limits      Race i don't want to reach the line      Untie your white flowered dress and as it falls , i rise      Draw a harbour up on the clouds and stuff it with unperishable things      The only key is your Isis-eye into my iris match      Avoiding space turbulences , i bring purple and red star lights for watching your back      I play sublime sounds to frame your singing and dilute every pain from a temporary duality          I share everlasting starts , care , hugs and liquid kisses melted by solar flares      I deliver it right now with my straight standing lines and sinuous dances on every come and going of your mind  ...

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