My finger moves and writes on your burning skin, then stops and writes again, discover how much? I take a deep breath, before taking it and in doing so I can only caress it on the surface
happy, those who cannot explain that distance are increasing it out of all proportion, going crazy to shorten it
those who speak of fear know that it increases it but what if he manages to capture it this time? forever
the cure knocks forcefully, it has the strength of those who feel, those who provoke, those who probably lie
fate wears out, in the game of expectations, do you expect truths, only mine
br/>the universal ones don't exist they get lost, in freedom, and they resemble lies
in the blink of an eye I travel a thousand miles, vanilla skin and the thought twists in the path
is the truth? soft chenille, in the black, the moon eavesdrops on each of my words and marvels at them
a bottle and its messages, if anyone read them they would drown in these s.o.s.,
the screams lost in silence, are the most? big of the screams and you see it why? shine
to tell you, to give me time to live you, ? a way like any other to express to you my limits my limits...
Now, close your eyes and breathe we are at the beginning of the flight
what color is the darkness tonight?
You, act as roof to a man's desperation
give me a color to face the night
Now, close your eyes and breathe we are at the beginning of the flight
what color is the darkness tonight?
You , shelter a man's desperation
give me a color to face the night
The rain streaks my face, under your window and if I don't go away? why? my magic? always the same
he who stays and then goes away stays again, man inside the sound of a hemorrhage
and if I don't tame the frenzy, I suffer your charm, I won't give my heartbeat to anyone
>the irony of fate, mocks our screams, melody for the therapy journey of the jungle
where do you want me to reach with words,? ugly here the silence says a lot or even everything
I experience the shock of my nature of the winters inaccessible from the moment you grab me
But you, you have the scent that smells of hope, which lingers in my head and that as long as there is never enough for me
go it's not enough, go it never goes away, go it never leaves, come on I know that or you know
my troubles are, all in your smile , that of those who live in the South of the globe and if I enjoy it I have decided
why? I killed my demons with dreams, and now Stella sleep, goodnight...

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