Cell romance

Gloomy darkness. Starless universe solitude. Persecutors feel such a vomiting drag when they are suddenly convicted: Simple victims of scapegoats, sacrificial grains of dust! Something in Matuzalem carries a burden with its pregnant siege waves in the proud sea. Maybe Pandora has long lost her secret box! Maybe aborted kisses are budding, personal romances? “Outside, the wind conveys the squeaky tossing and squabbling of sounds!

The fracturing water froze like frozen loves. Behind rushing clouds, machine birds are petting, chirping with each other: At least they are happy! Packed into tourists ’favorite cage locations: through the wounds of dawn, my sleepless minutes restless. If you get air turbulence and the machine shakes under me! Do you see me alone, you priceless passing over your head?

Do I see me with the proud gaze of envious skeptics? A stormy lover looks wolfishly at me every day, and when I lick it, he flirting with me flirtatiously too! In the deserted sand dune landscape, undivided darkness ponders and sleeps. Blurred shadows, ghost figures, surprisingly anxious beyond the bus window - my traveling existence has long been forgotten by the pounding of my heart! It travels upwards with the sea, proudly besieged by the lace of the skies, the colossus of Rhodes Castle: perhaps it preserves the cherished footprints of cooled relations? Maybe Confessions of Faithfulness? From the majestic dance of sea foams, the invigorating cell romance is goosebumps!