有形的反面

That breeze of air that caresses with light sensitivity ones hands new, that whisper that to the rhythm of zig-zag dance on them fields spiky of the wheat already matured, the unreason of which forgot taste and smacking the time to droplets when these is left glimpse by the commissure of them lips dry of who feel that the watch you has exceeded , the overlooked feel that closes the doors to clear the color and the light of a new day, the thoughtful and quiet peace that age turns into nostalgia for the mere fact of enjoyment, all it is and is part of the opposite of the palpable or reverse universe of the tangible.