to get rid of it?

cause the shine of the stars will not stop and I will caress the bottom of your heart, the dead of a entusiastic soul, everyday is a reborn to my spirit. My sensible words are fragile to explain the need of share, I press to key to what can it be. I have a fear.Don´t know how really can I express this fear. Is surrended to the habits, excluding the fancy way of improvise minds.What to say when your pleasure is define by society terms. I can´t move anymore, the blasfemia turns around and scares the genuin genio.Without boards can be love consider the lascive victims that don´t love persons, but only bodies. the images and thoughts travel faster then my capacity of perception. Wish to have a brain register, but simply where to open up. Where to dress a code of happiness inside you, guess that is so painful if someone had to live only with hapiness.
Dazzling how weather is changing and the inner atmosphere too. Lick the air and transform the code, dirt minding, don´t mind its only a vain habit. Love and its forms of doing, of feeling, of hidding, of showing and of passing. Its a only stream in life that moves animals to the most crazy acts.
Where to find a cheap place to sleep in venezia?
I agree that non sense is a motive to express the obscure zones, abstractions of a walz.Why sometimes we know and others times we don´t know? It only one body.
Put the finger in the right place.