I killed the radio to let energy flow back to its natural being

Brute soars come to head with sparks of rays

Electrifying magnet of the sun burned my growing stage

Today weather reminds me of pure cares

The horizon brushed with clear vision of space

Flaming reds tips

Rice Flower and Shea the extract of the last spill

A calm you has invoke the buried fruits

I dig under and saw my pineapples for a harvest feast

The strawberries mixed with mangos sizzle with flavor

Fields

AZTEC GURRERO

-IM SOMEONE WHO HAS PICTURED HIS EXTRAORDINARY GOAL