Dreaming
Saw him dying on my arms
He told me life was good, he'd never forget my pink pyjamas even in the place where he was just to go.
He'd never forget.
...
Wind is a wave...
Wind is a wave...
He's old and is dying on my arms
Huge waves with the strength you stole me
It's the only pain in the world
He's dying on my arms
He's swiming there,
But isn't able to see
MeThe only pain, The only tears
Wind blows in your curls...
Windy days and open windows
Red paint, red blood drops in the floor
Red blood drops from my veins.
Blood.
...
1 comentário:
Nem consigo comentar este teu "post"... só espero que o figurado se torne algo tranquilo e calmo na tua vida.
Comentando o teu "post" anterior que, sabe-se lá porquê, não dá para comentar...deixo-te um beijo de boa sorte para esta tua nova jornada que, sei-o bem, vai acabar em grande! E eu lá estarei para ver e sorrir!
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