http://slow.writerscafe.org/phantompoet The original writings of author poetemaudite+ en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046075 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Wednesday, When lies turn up to the sky,grey sky open their wings, blue sunday.And the whisper is in the middle of the nightand i still asking and wondering,price in a second. There´s only one line between the ashes and the days,leaves across the old day.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phantompoet/397073/ los  viejos amigos y las tardes que se opacantratan de dibujarse como terciopelo blanco,empañadas como este espejo.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phantompoet/326810/ -Several things. I dont know if earth is earthif the centre of  things are visible,if the little sunshine at the morning is aliveif my weekness continue, and im not here. if the slow pass of the glassand subliminal notes,continue ,thought,throught this empty laberi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phantompoet/308395/ Ezeepeezeeeezeepeeezee- I'll lay down the tracks Sandbag & hide. / http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phantompoet/272417/ ..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phantompoet/264288/ Simple but significative. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phantompoet/260073/ dream,dream,dream.+someday become a reality! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phantompoet/259987/ singular,misterious.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phantompoet/259073/ Gloomy scenefurious scream, what did it said first?the only broken bones with mercuryanxious, anxiouswithout breathingi want to breath, breathsee, and see ,please see mewhen i was with the little snake of this sadnessi want to listen my nocturne Op 37 its indescriptible soun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phantompoet/246364/ i used to had phobia about the oirrible peoplereally they are orrible!when you woke up at the morning thinkin DAMM! i want to slept moreeeeeeeee :Sand next u have to woke up without any hope <( thats suck hahabut thats not the important thing...dont you think seeing the sky the empty re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phantompoet/245102/ +Almuerzo en casa de Ludwig Van Beethoven + Razone lo imposible Descarte la modestia de lo que me escondía Reserve la expectativa de los hechos Y enterré para siempre el derecho de abundar. Ya no mitigue ni derrame semillas desplomada http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phantompoet/245042/