arrives at a point where images do not wish to share anything. To keep everything for you.
Hidden. Locked. Why
receives only around foreignness.
Would you like to go. But you would regret.
Then it happens that you find the place of the mind.
happens that the place of the mind becomes real.
you out of your seedy neighborhood, from a small city within the city where you lived, to arrive at a place of mind.
looks like the cave of your soul. Poorly lit, not decorated, but vital, intense, diramanti energy.
behind you, buildings with houses in the box. Coming and going for a sad way, all careful not to miss the beginning of fall of the reality of the moment.
places close to your shoulders, constipation, and asphyxiating bombs. Behind you 90% of the urban topography of your area.
Now you are well, your heart is safe. Nurtured and shared.
energies reflect the motion.
The house has found its rightful place, to a passage interrupted by others. The houses of others, the bar, the square, the street.
The movement comes from below.
The movement comes from below responds to a divine plan. The charm and condescension are the obvious consequences. And those who do not share the allegiance will be allocated to poverty.
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