What Does Ff Mean Onsunbeam

Meanwhile ... Paper towels

Meanwhile he plays games he invents, he plays
roles, he plays the scenes, he speaks alone
For his mirror he plays the drama of its pitfalls, it kills
hours in the hallway of his expectations. Meanwhile

set the window or screen,
Through the cloud of his dying breath.
He sees only the white winter tirelessly
Where nothing comes from, where nothing lives, where everything is slow,

Until it sleeps, or he pretended silence
freezing his appearance in an extended body,
When the heart of his flesh dance naked blades:
needles of a dial engraved hours immense.

Meanwhile he painted smiles on masks
He shows at night or when you visit, the mask dance
Then his features granite
But the impatient vanity hates pranks.

Until he traces his icy hand
On a crumpled paper he tears the letters. In his long monologues
meet her sighs, And the hours
destroy his lying words.



Until he dies, slowly and quietly
In the heavy silence of a lack ubiquitous
Who stifles the voices of friends unconscious
harping Him in vain feelings heard.

Until dawn, dressed pink flames,
He wrote the name on the walls of the absentee,
It surrounds and drowns him in his prose,
And suffocating love emerging in tears.

Meanwhile he dreams of tomorrow before or
the other day but when? He knows very well.
From these lips kissed the wild yesterday
That time has changed in deserted chimeras.

And then the door opens, and then the voice resonates.
Light, perfumes, returned in procession,
And in the bare room incorporate the arpeggios
The song familiar but never boring.