Bushnell Tatical Elite 1 X 32

BEFORE TIME! ADDRESS IN THE POLITEAMA

I walk desolate streets and impossible worlds worlds

eat away the skin and eat away the soul of the dreamer

is cactus and thorns at the foot of the road;

rivers dry, dry, serpentine rivers, birds

blue stones that break rowdy silence.

birds and swirls it around

drag canopy trees fall, winds

lonely suns, stars, comets, stars señaln no longer paths.

Voices voices and moans that torture the souls

voices and smiles, cries that pierce ears and pierce the night and the wind bore

Silenced voices

sign of the Cross that the sufferer:

"Oh, nothing!

Oh, the ruin treasured!

Oh, sores that do not complain!

Dolores perpetuating their endless complaints

painful insects Walking under the mantle of suffering "

words, moans: music of endless miseries impossible

withering man.

be back to back with sad eyes and withered

up to the horizon and lost

What lies beyond the invisible worlds?

What lies beyond the impossible worlds?

What, beyond abstract possibilities?

There

fallen trees and forests are dying

memories and dust

bone on bone under the burning sun.

There is the song of a solitary bird, which fades to dust

nostalgia is more alive than the penalties

nostalgia is more alive than my veins

there, too, September 1 has ever loved

saddened to my eyes, and my nails and my feet are

memories and sadness, nostalgia and sorrow

men are lost in the dust

names are lost in time there

sex and sad and withered breasts afternoon

and sad voice sings

no longer tired and sad voice that goes.

portents and wonders are great

words

twenty-four hours sailing beyond the nostalgia

on the horizon and lost.

There are cathedrals cathedrals

begging begging hidden landscapes never be discovered.

There the man who crushed the man

there are steps

retiemblan finally steps imperial miseries that oppress

the blows of beats man against man

and routine policies and misery and tears.

But one day, before time runs out

born of light and the belly of the earth

water and dust

stone and ashes

flower born Spring

child born to cry for a missing mother, tired and devoted to her own cross

And time and night

and death and life

and heaven and earth

plowed the furrows, the path of man redeemed

and invisible worlds will not be enough

and will not be enough

impossible worlds are not enough abstract possibilities

shameless discouraged Oh heaven! Ah

foreign victory coming down!