Some in your mind, some in your eyes,
Rather be yours than make you mine.
sábado, 19 de setembro de 2009
In fact,
Humanity is, in its ideological and theoretical role, an untouchable dream of an unreachable perfection that brings to light men race's unsatisfied behavior.
I'm death and I'm blind.
With my own two hands I glide.
I can fell it in the back of my mind.
Whispers to me, something in this land,
I don't know what are this voices of sand.
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