FW107

FW107

The figure is a being of darkness that can not live without light. Strange are a shade that you hide in the darkness and silence. But surges of light and with that hat you display faceless, negro.Subo to heaven, magnify the distortion of your eyes to the heavens and light metamórfica.Junto river as anyone, river, air and acabrunhamentorespondo sultan with the speed of heaven black and densifico me to drain away the rain crystalline and edgy. But for a man without a face águatrespassa my body and my own gabardine major ensopa.Pois is not made of sombra.Esses imaginary figures have been recreated by me for the night silent, chase fleeing from darkness and light demand. I am a friendly shade of misfortune. Shade’s evil is there. It is an apparition disappeared

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