NatanaelBram

Eres la esperanza de una primavera, quemada en el otoño. Y siempre me ha gustado más el Otoño -Natanael-

Congratulations to all, to survive, live, to express, for the talks, and for all, to give now to the year ahead. http://translate.google.com.mx/translate?sl=es&tl=en&js=n&prev=_t&hl=es&ie=UTF-8&layout=2&eotf=1&u=http%3A%2F%2Flacuevapiratadenatheros.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F12%2F2012.html&act=url    (English Link) Felicidades a todos , por sobrevivir, por convivir , por expresarse, por las charlas, y por todo , a darle ahora al año que comienza. http://lacuevapiratadenatheros.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html  (Link en Español)

So it is, raining over my head , what can be feel or seen from here? Only the sounds of the broken sky tears, the idea of ghost ghouls and ancient fears, the memory on those catacumbs an dungeon, the onirical extension from the mind and soul, remembering the days of winter sun. Cold of snow, for me unknow, but the greatest storm in the night of the troll i can wake up. Hearing screams and sounds from the world, wishing to fly or dreaming a little more. but here i am writing out from the road, hoping that my words can bring something to those hunters of the night , if it's anybody in there.