Mysterious selves as murky waters, poor beams. Ah! I envision a game, almost luminous and clear joke of mythological gods eternal seductive messengers, made Mercury or Aphrodite, perhaps of fabulares hats beings and wings like gnomes or fairies. This magical look at nature in its pulsing youthful beauty desires, dreams, delusions sleepless pure and total infamous pleasures ... Yes: the fruitful way to Hera ...

No words would be able to speak of those light-colors reminiscent of Peter Pan and Tinkerbell. [Sai alligator tic-tac ... here there is no hands ... We are uncommitted time spaces which points ready to quantum wave, the great lady of the places ...

A lapse, there pitch in the shade of the leaves, there are strange caps sinister lurking, the lake looks like a mirror in the moonless and the rustle of branches and fear hides pulsates ...

Solitary vision, solitary word without sound, words, words ... not all the books I read would know tell them ... so there is plenty to do and see ... thus far for inventing ...

Dai lap, cut out, suppress, I suggest, to redeem and I appropriate ...

... Aiming a dip in nature (here too, art), Sublimo little before the great! I lie down on the grass and have as shelter the largest bear, whatever Bachelard ... No fancy it. Just will, desire or need to say: I