Tomorrow will open, oblivion will close

 Et tomorrow will open, oblivion will close, we will escape from the climate of the future, its spacious topology will open tomorrow, as you tell me, sometimes in my memory it creates mirages like skull hair that you don't know what it says and goes out to take for granted. the loneliness of wandering again weak of knowledge eats the romantic for love again we only know ourselves by changing perspective and if it was only on one side the reading of the other side of the page remains under the hidden writing and palimpsest in the ignorance of love It leaves us sharing it without accusation, beautiful illusion of the unsuspecting feeling who, out of desire, takes reality for a dream.