east
suburb
ancient
orange
sky
landscape on tall walls
roman candles setting sun
i woke up late in the bright
fall
flying on billions
of metallic
smiles
i'd walk behind the enemies
mountains
black violet
courtains of storm
a sensual storm
a pornographic idea of the past
imperial sadness - loved and true illusion
a nice fight on the wheels
ancient orange land
welfare of my wings
cinical and fresh air
i'd like to walk in
unnamed forests
in silent roots
of my yellow
constraint
far away
the sound
of garbage lights
shadows
shining glass
splitting ices
infancy
far away
blue numbers on neon
this night
