Love is a walk in a garden strewn with petals,
comunion with god
accepting his will
all has thorns
unity not loss and separation, union with the moon.separatio and loss
winning
we want to review our position in andromeda
what comes of chaos, advises the holy
the spiritis revealed and is released on to her, she can take you up not down
down to enigma of her body, the mystery of her navel, with its seductive power and up to her extacy on the altar in the garden the sundial marks the time our love arrives,
in the garden of mystic love
Should i be suspicious of what i want.
i love plucking flowers, surounded by cypress trees
i follow the mirrors reflection
this delirium beautifully ilustrates, the dominium of beautys and the gayety of me
gods will for me
love is good like hot chocolate
being in love there is less histeria
through the layers of darknees to the light, whilst playing the piano.
picking up the glitering bullets destination the city
cristobal Benjumea
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