A horsense ride to heaven: not a failtale-story,
Someone thinks that time was a son of Cronos will' for hearts that thirst for infinite hope. But real time remains in motionless; and Kairós keeps us if we truly live our true through Truth. But that hope will ends; and Someone else everlasting comes.
May be..., just maybe you cant read it as is or are or be. 'Cos the thing/words be/are always changing; as the generic-through the gender (in literature or journo). You can ask the sailor misplacing the needs of your barrister looking for the attorney instead of a proper lawyer. But you don't know between 'who' planets you stay (from Jupiter to Saturn, there is no Mars for Venus). Someone else stills on tuesday and I still waiting you Thursday. Oh!, my doleful! Remember that any captain will be always as a king, but without crew the cast can't broadcast & the rescue "súbdito" never will be your own citizen to command (& you don't know the existence of the city Zen). The issue was issued when you forget the useful of a minion being..., So, Whare is your queendom!? No one really understood. There are a lot of stars for travelers; a Moon for missioners and the Sun for pilgrimarges. But after the sinking of the waterShip be a permanent "naufragante" wasn't a proper position on the crew (shipwrecking may be never a professional activity!). No space for "polizones", get a job or jump! Maybe it is a tour,its. Just almanautas! nor outsiders! Vasallo, pues. There is a tale blooming near to real.
Two gizmos was carry on with: a checkerboard & the brújula! but isnt a witch... just they havn't instant learning! Let's fight the Mexman againt the scotsone who was confused with a Spanish one. For the femmefatale, or for the LadyStar, flight for the belle just; fight for the bella doncella. Who perhaps still singing: un "L'italo vero" de veras, deveritas! in veritas est. Play the game... rule the law! (Que su defensa no es el parachoques, pues! Quel pendiente pende como arete! Que ni quedar plantado le hace planta, o quela partida no es un simple juego; sino un buen partido pretendido -un 'tree times taged' abandonao-). There is a bloom of a star shootheart close to be!
They was listening sátiras and himns & you misplaced the "oda's"! Be careful not to waste time looking for the lost clock. Thanks God for thoes who fearless named name without nicknames: "La elegía de los mártires" well never sang, viel nowhere song. Heavenly thanks thoes healping hide... ¿Dónde clamará la oda para los testigos?
Sail the sea till the drakkonian fire your deepest fearsSurface thy face until that beast coldheim sins of hearsBattle ya faith, castling star doom; moon-eyes saves and inspireAutarquium yourself! command the storm so prize your empire
She was waiting for a horsense. And arrived the gentleman without a horse; not in common with the 'Caballero a caballo' or the Knight for a night. But her tales still in trap for him. Far away from the coast, near; so near to death roast. Drawing a map just for not unhope soul's whispers breaths. Unfairy of tale! Who will ride Tornado, Bucephalus, Babieca or Rozinante? Not Johnny, but yes as a walker one. A horse-sense in brokeness times driven to failapart, gentlymanknight timeless, Whom never give up! (hope) But disillusion stomed from one side; and the impotence still close chasing, hunting, by the other-side...
Not a last talk but a confusing one:Who is going to know If they were as like a Rolling stones—Help me with that! Quiérame dármela Rosa de los VientosAs they ask for a Wine colour pink? —No! Aunque verdad en vino haya!(war of tongues starts) they said "wind", even called wild!—Not for a Compass rose! Pero, ¿queréis un "compás"? —Who is Ross?—I have not a map! —What is a nap?— "the power of a map" comes within a deep dream..., ¡who knows! (turn your right, go forward, you're right) (So, never really matters dominating the language if pointed lacking the proper words!) Over the sea 'where feet may fail' also! —Choose your companion wisely! —Shoes? —NOT! Comrade! as a mate! —Like a checkmate? —No! (or maybe, I like).., a counterpart for attendant. —¿Atenderte? ¿asistirte?—No more insist!—No! I mean "assist"—Attend or just going go? Help for what? No your aid needs it! (I hope it just remains quiet)—...here to serve, I am (Shut me up!, please)But they still...
Guárdamete entu silencioquiétame entus palabras silentespiérdametu desu derprecioquiérame alfin en sus sonrientes
So, not for a failtale-story! Walkers are like dancers; but dancers are not as dancing! Unsheathe is not about "esa vaina sin", but fighters are always in a fight; que sin bajar la guardia, nunca guardan en la guarda; aunque aguarden siempre en guardia. No todos ángeles de la guarda. Always keepers! However like a guardian! Keep learning when you get if it is sails weather for knotting and leave then when you may ask for undo then just. Also for strength. Crowdly never knows, even has a wisdom crowd. Ignorante multitud multitudinaria, concurrida de gentío engentante; sabia, pues, que no sabía.
"There is a time for everything. A time to share and a time not too. If you are never vulnerable your heart will become cold, but if you are vulnerable and share with too many people it is like the story if you have a precious jewel you will not want to show it off to the world as people may steal it." —T. A. Hunterheart (29 de Junio de 2021)
Both they were blues; but the public misplaced the sense and clap with turquoise in mind. Exiles from heaven. Applause just for the sky. Not even they really know the miracle in real! Blues your eyes, freeze your free; praise to the Life! Wait for hope. Time is not a chronic ill for those hearts that was learned to gallop in Love. No needs for maps! Thérè is a star! Leave the north and sail far to the East!
p.s. You've never failed and You won't start now🎶
p.p.s. "patadas de ahogado"
