El Atlas Del Tiempo
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Todo se sumerge en el tiempo que pasa, viene, va, pero no se detiene; Nada más va a su paso.
Todos tenemos una vida que seguir buscando lo mismo todo los días.
Sin embargo todas las historias no son iguales; Son un sueño mejor que la realidad; todo se ve tan perfectamente Jodido, es lo único que quisieras vivir y necesitabas para estar cómodo.
Por lo tanto es un misterio aún, como las estrellas necesitan luz; un infinito a nuestra vista.
El viento del atardecer es perfecto, asomándose con el horizonte y el sol poniente a lo profundo...
¿Que hay de malo en sentir?, Pero las sombras son del ayer, No soy el mago de mis hechizos, sólo alguien perdido en este lugar...
El mar a la vista dando su azul inmenso y perfecto. Son mis mejores cuadros de pintura en mis últimos días varado en este planeta desconocido...
Si, estoy en un planeta que no se, si es de donde soy o no, todo me es desconocido...
Tengo un lindo panorama de olas golpear las rocas de este barranco comportándose dura y fuerte como una muralla.
Digno de nadar en esas aguas y sentirla en todo el cuerpo...
Por cierto me llamo elius también lo tengo escrito en tatuaje en mi cuello, y unos cuántos más tatuajes en mis brazos...
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