Faded parrots from the Amazon

 In the front of your mouth. Kisses Kisses Kisses. I thought I was watching the hours. Life, my owner. His rush of love. Sometimes too human. Your love touches me. Kill the crying. Kill the cry. They both point to us. There was before. There was now. You loved storms from somewhere else. Faded parrots from the Amazon. I see them windows of air. Dunes of unstable and loose seasons. Silences always asking for a voice. They will come with their resistance. They do not want to give way to the seasons. They want to keep all of them. Even with the shadows.

Sense, then ex-isto as hypo/thesis.