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bottled and friend G.

.. uncut pages long waiting to be filled,
words and poems remain fixed on the tip of a pen

used to quickly scroll between the lines of a notebook,

been transformed into buttons blacks, by now worn out.

time wears out the mind of individuals,

when they are rigid.

bottled

that's how you call it.

glad I opened my eyes, essermene realized,

glad to be out of everything, have different eyes,

a look that might not stop there but goes further.

glad to have finally met the right people, but especially

,

glad I did cleaning,

right now.

in recent days, a reading with me,

the feel particularly mine.

eyes glide, and dwell time to time.

a word that evokes something

is a new image that is formed in my mind.

I see clear, sharp,

all in the details,

like the movie once, but

set in that world called Fantasia.

"because they create a work when it is so nice to dream alone?"

someone writes,

but I disagree.

an empty life can be said, if there are no dreams,

yet not enough to dream, without
groped to realize these dreams ..

G. friend, you're already out of the choir,

not be too a 'bottled',

react.