(long unhopeful sigh)

Su incansable visión panóptica es la apnea de mis sueños, la pesadez de mi cuerpo, la obsolescencia hacia mi espíritu, la fútil subyugación hacia la ordinario.

íbidem

Regarding moral, it's very distinctive the act of suffering from it and the act of suffering it, the first one is self inflicted and the second is inflicted upon you, being the first one an illusion and the second one a pandemic delusion.

me is wo begon woe has beset me

Early days of serene peace and splendiferous joy oblige the pace to be staid, any mockingbird ever witnessed the favour of tranquility in such a small grassland, clouds brimming with raindrops at the brink of beffudling the sunset, moisten clay and mud unhindered from becoming fortresses, leaves scattered on the terse surface pointing the way, warm night slaking the empty space with alms and lullabies.

Mounds and brooks scarping paths not frontiers deferring peers from being intruders and burrows from being lairs, where their inhabitants ravish only on just being there.

prolepsis del incipiente

Aciaga visión de oclusiva figura que acalla la murmuración del incoherente y advierte la derrota del osado que ha, por fin, orillado a mí beligerante mandrágora a salir de mi cuerpo. 

thingamabob

Es desgastante es inútil intento de enfocar palabras y generar líneas de pensamiento, es intempestuoso, ridículo...en supremacía exasperante, se me irá la poca (la muy apacible, desviante y meliflua, al menos) vida en ello, si es así que debo encontrar algo de consuelo, razón, sensatez o tal vez empatía (sé de buena fuente que he de besar sus fríos labios en algún momento) sea pues, éste, el inicio de la punta de esa lanza de fresno que ha de horadar mi frágil y endeble morada.

Simplemente incongruente (como los aspectos más minuciosos de la cotidianeidad) es la metamorfosis que une las líneas con los vectores y las integrales con las diferenciales, ése lenguaje del universo que es el matemático, del cual no tengo la noción mas obtusa y/o burda para poder hacer entender a los demás imbéciles que siguen usando de blasón la casualidad como Newton la gravedad.

Hacía tanto tiempo pero tan poco entendimiento que me aventuraba (como lo hago ahora) a decir: basta de adormecimientos por esta noche.

betrothal of bewray and beseem

Forth came the sickness along with feverish decay, bundles of gray-silver hair lost to the ages of man,

Oldsome remedies were crafted for newsome illnesses and so the entanglement lays...still ahead

Renewal is the quintessential melody any unknown song must be clearly attuned to and so forth,  

Thitherward the point of no inflection, beyond the meadows of maul and the majestic maelstrom,

Hence the lotus spans its pleasant languor across the soothing air so far aloft their mind and thine.

Conveyance, no such word to be found in the langue of the seeker and the idiom of the sincere,

Abiding retort from the weak was, certainly, the uttermost aspect of their mellifluous downfall

Mellowing were both, the love and the compassion but keener were the reason and the abstraction

Endless moments in the swirling misconception and false-leading misdirection are carved in the inception

Thus, the novelty of what matters and what does not becomes the purpose for the deadpan ignorant 

Hurling and burling, shouting and dazing the ancient shadows of unspoken ghouls and nightmares

East and West fought against South and North, so did the people, so did the countries, so did the world.

Rarely, in a lifetime, a single solution was there to be taken, it was not easy nor free but accessible

Enticing ideas followed by clouds of light and dark trees whose shadow absorbs conspicuous men

Moreover the elongation of the weak-minded way to the narrow path the thaumaturgist follows

Embedded astragals surrounding the crown once worn by the mightiest kings now remain unseen

Dead for the intrinsical purpose any humble being could be even capable of notice from within

Yore was the present and the future for itself, so will the man be the king if only can slay the slave.

a view in the lake of agmorath

-Al fin de los tiempos había uno, pero la diversión y mística no radica en los finales, sino en la historia.-