Attention Crochet Annoying
I sink into a disorderly and incomprehensible atmosphere.
Tormented by a screeching sound, tasting substances from unpleasant tastes, metal,
while the touch and smell are kidnapped by equally upset.
Reappears the real world and lost
crave a reason.
Suggestive flocks, real upsets,
They belong to me.
Reality and illusion, truth and utopia,
tissues in an unusual plot,
between transparency and optical prints.
The Talmud says:
“ A dream that is not interpreted It is like a letter that is not read“,
here there is mine.