Rosentau

Some will forever be waiting...

A thousand times,11 years without you Richey.(not today,every day)
Wherever you are may you feel love around.

Misfit

The outsider lives apart from everything.Each reality one lifeless promise to him.He does not care at all about habits and traditions,he progresses.His noble mindedness passes for strangeness but he is simple as genuineness.He as the power to imagine the future from inside the secret we live on.Courageous and fearless he transforms his own moves to imperceptibleness. His legacy comes to us as a mistery that we all seize without even knowing.Only a few can combine intelligence with pureness on the right proportions.The outsider is a rarity.

Everything´s invaded

Lots.
Of.
To cast lots.
You see...
There´s a lot to do.
To save you from me.
I´m a lot troubled.
Between wind and water.
Lots of love at full speed.
Remember to survive.
A lot.
My life for a mistake.
I´m not a bat lot.
Don´t ask me why.
I just don´t want it a lot.
I just don´t want to die.
A lot.

Yes,I am under influence.

Image:My double.Revelator Valo.(Finnish word for light.)

Thoroughness

This will last forever.Our irradiance.Outrageously ours.We´re delight to one another when we´re together.How did we get to feel such immenseness?The ethereal love advisers inside our single soul let plenitude grow inside our ascetical hearts as to those unlimited universes could eternally existe as one.Thoroughness.Our touch a miracle,a speckless diaphanous incision.We emerged from the gloaming to clear up our mistery for the joyfulness of it.We will fearlessly rise.

About me and my sister moon

As we walk between shades,our metaphysical complicity transcends even the levitated steps.No walking mensurability,our scheme does not correspond to any exactitude.We are in love with those incrusted soul winds we call sorrows,when we cross our limits in pain.Let us be beauty and gloominess through the eternal path.There is a patchwork of mistery inside every merciful complaining and we always mesmerize fate.Dear metalliferous sister of mine,we are concentric,our absolute concordance secludes every lie to be born,every shame.That is why my bloodstained heart claims for the night to occur.Your´re a glorious silver sword on my chest and the wound will always live to see the truth that we are made of.May you know I am yours till the dazzlement grow into a neverending dawn and the decay enlighten itself.