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Dry Pulp
Marred by the expectations of the early trailer, a picture that seemed so soft and free was not so appealing, yet when running to the...
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Dancing in the Rains
Deep behind the branches, lost in the amaze of the transcendence of the sun, there lay to rest the shadows of those moments and the...
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Reality
Pretty much high to note how fast the time flies, we have moved too far to catch up on the butterflies sitting on our backs, love and the...
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Bleached Soul
Jump, hop, slip out from that narrow hole, those never-ending dried up basement vents, cracks and vents blow the steam out of you, the...
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Marching Orders
Marching ants, vibrant sunflowers, flowing waves of birds, everything was not so complex as a flock of herds, life was never that easy as...
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Fools Gold
The inner feelings of a funny man, running desires of virtual dreamland blindly following the sandstones of that desert he could feel the...
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The Fragile Cocoon
To be born free or dead alive, the uncanny mortal won’t be free, from those unwanted parodies, time will freeze neither his formalities....
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Utopic Illusions of a Baby
Rain drops scatter my imaginations around the blades of the windmill, they slowly churn away the wind as they sway away under their...
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