fantasy

I find you that the imagination died for my remembrance of the hours of consolation I'm bothered by this censors slept The step is the seductive girl It has the best deer and its two frying pans, you did not know the likeness of a deer…

The imagination guides us with a memory, if it floats And he deceived us, And the morning has passed believe us ban sada, when we ask her Nile and you make false claims the guani, morn between, kill us What does the agonizing burial hope…

but the imagination, he did not knock, only after seeing, and longing have visited from afar, cool from a tampon bruise and dwelled in a disturbing fuad And perhaps the anguish was a reason for us, after parting, See you soon, let's meet…