Beneifts Of Summit Trainer

Il marchio

Whistles the wind in the silence,

vibrate leaves,

as banners popping paintings of flags,

the grass bends,

dust rises into the air swirling spirals

and everything is laid on the ground,

the line,

like claws on a glass slide.

And the wind is reflected in the fire

fueling the flame.

nails digging skin

plowing the body heat,

while biting the bite ' smell

and making them tear.

Lip wax mold forms on cuts,

while shaking your hips between your thoughts,

smiling to the sighs of emotion,

that pose on the lips,

hatch on their stupor,

file as fire ants in the black of night,

images you want to go,

bridging the sense vision,

reflections of colored lights that illuminate the darkness.

Words,

that blend between that and heard,

written on the skin ,

claiming the need

the need to grasp the mind,

thoughts,

and to be able to shake the hand

along the folds of the skin,

that mixes moods,

it permeates the body,

penetrate the pores.

A blade hisses reflecting red light in the black,

gaping tissues scoring his mark,

la pelle mostra quello che sull'anima è già impresso,

come un timbro del vento nel fuoco.
Non c'è tempo,non c'è spazio......

libero brucia segnando nell'aria un sorriso,

batte il marchio,

come pulsare di vene,

chiuso nel suo cerchio

and everything is your

and everything is mine.