The new born infinite

To stand and have it all from the working walks in smooth spoken memories where cars take us with the landscape and we talk with ourselves. The speed of thinking is higher than our consciousness and these invisible archipelagos which offer images of fast gestures wherever they are a screaming morality or they are a bite from a silent creature, both are the notion of being in the giant family called brotherhood. To live with changes among the growing thoughts, with the mighty star, the sun and all the sources of energy is natural. The sense of justice is like a little fountain who knows about the ones who bled and who were held to embrace the labor of a pair of spoken eyes into the waiting of the rolling mind for the right calm and fresh breeze to follow. And we don’t have to die before the new born infinite shining sound comes.