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The long nights.

Sometimes the night is given over time. Magnetic stretching, without beginning or end, as a process of waking. Hypnotic.

In the corner, a super-8 film smoothly stories and picture after picture what might happen, which could settle.

No lot of noise if it is this silence that grips coarse space and time. The long nights secrete resin from future fossil, a thousand packets of memories and desires to brief warmth of yellow amber, secret tears, as many hopes as much melancholy flowing and end their race at heart jewelry hung pinned.

The spirit of tomorrow decorated.

the reverse of a solitary thought and forgotten among the long night, there are soft omens, divinations and tasty fantasized star prospects. Horizons bright suns desired, the panorama in full Technicolor Western ©, 3D Dolby THX stereo, and again and again, this mirage as a sand castle or The Cat * , a country filled with wonders which extends, expands into the night unfolds shrinking, is given bends.

She offered the cynical yet mischievous playing shows and times lost, Lost Dreams in the sense truces and squandered. But the heart of this sensual and resists invasion is always a thought, a hope and a secret intended.

spirit awake tomorrow.

In the corner, a super-8 film smoothly stories and picture after picture what might happen, which could settle.