Your tongue becomes a <br />stretching of your <br />head.It is, in fact, <br />a lying tongue, which <br />breaks the complex <br />words, until they are <br />transformed into simple <br />sounds as the hours are <br />decomposed into chaotic <br />seconds to recompose <br />a new hallucinating time.Our <br />erratic thoughts anguish inside <br />Ignorance and resignation. Our <br />spaces seep into another <br />common one. The light <br />dances on our exhausted <br />bodies all its <br />shades of red.We <br />love each other in <br />our dream.... <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © ® Marieta Maglas. All rights reserved <br /><a href='http: //www.myfreecopyright.com/registered_mcn/CMAHB_W7NXV_GAJQF' title='MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected'><img src='http: //storage.myfreecopyright.com/mfc_protected.png' alt='MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected' title='Copyright Protected' width='145px' height='38px' border='0'/></a><br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chaotic-seconds/
