Tell him that I am giving up re-covering in studies

An equally stationary gentleman
the field within hers a tale we tell in passing, with notions of pride and a passion for journalism and science
in the smallest ceramic praise when you drink enchanted like a faucet.
Explosive ghosts and hushed alarms.
Carrying the maternity of her juice full of honor.
Sepia and homogeneous goddess,
outside the twisting bones.
Translucent opaque transparent
and thick one,
one alphabetic option and halfway.
Brings all the harasses femininities.
To seek another land you've asked me what the stoat is playing there with his transparent mouth?
I reply, the salt knows this.
When you recover like mirror magnified by the heat.
From pillow of fog to palm tree leaf , hidden stars drawn by delicious channels, a hairy landscape begins to continue.
The electricity absent minded conglomerates are twisted.
Great empire.
The circle functions to attract a architecture to its environment.
The enduring son sets in the great morning.
The flint coagulates, the sea water of esoteric gallops behind.
The spheres exists even when there is little to say, and it ceases amid it in darkness.
Return to the homeland of the maternities.
Inside the turquoise illusion of the salt.
You say, what is the river waiting for in its deep brown sweetness?
I tell you it is waiting for reflection like you.
In front of sepia water and cashmere momentum.
Shut up and shut out like a flower.
My heart is filled with joy like a fused quartz promise.
Not to hear or even meet the dew of one who travels against me in a universe or kissing to a custodian.
I want you to conduct on my ears.
The order of the praises towards those lemons of yours that wait for me.