Jose Rafael Hernandez Fereira
On rainy nights can hear his voice strained between the smell of wet earth. Are the times when your thoughts wander leading him to think that the fate of both the water seems to have a special and mysterious significance.
When she appears there is a kind of regression that leads him to remember moments lived during the years of madness in which the world was only a tiny space where love was a lifesaver, a floating port where ships moored their arms and legs and their souls rose to the zenith of passion that transformed and mimicked in indestructible spectra before the fierce attacks of reality transformed into routine and though his body ended up being devoured by the dragon custom that ended taking him to the bustling concrete jungle his voice was caught in rainy nights.
In the rain night, can hear His voice That sneaks in the smell of wet earth, are the moments When her thoughts ramble leading him to think That in the destiny of Both the water Seems to have a special and mysterious meaning. When she Appears there is a kind of regression That leads him to remember moments lived in the years of madness in Which the world was only a tiny space Where love was a lifesaver, a floating port Where They moored Their boats with arms and legs and elevated Their souls to the zenith of passion and mimicked indestructible That Transformed Spectra.
