sábado, 21 de julho de 2012

Arte em cobertor



The clapper is heavy and your very clear sound We are just one more gear, which keeps the machine is routine That is sweet , smooth and colorless poison But her perfume is deadly and without pain . Who is next in crime is crony . Regardless of race and color , who are not disguises . The sleepwalker does not know where you step One who cheats does not know why the mass. If the nightmare is unique, brings something deadly. Praying will not help the reason is fatal. Good dreams will come , see where angels playing seems natural. May be real but these petals are fragile as crystal . The water is crystal clear and has no smell or taste . Fundamental , essential and yet turns steam . Dogs bark showing that are troubling . Do not tire and the procession resumed walking . Coloring is accurate, we smile for no reason , let's walk. When excess is black or white and unable to merge . The blade of the sword hurts mercilessly . The bullet on the trigger is like a domino . The sheet is light and fluffy and still protects you from the cold . When the nightmare will only get chills. But it's time to sound the clapper , pay attention to this song.