This topic is about a fact that we dragged for centuries ...
It is a delicate issue but it exists even if we close our eyes. I hope I have softened it with the poetry of the thought of a woman who despite her dark work dreams of angels
Night
of echoes
that appear in the ears
with distant insistence
Night
of steps
looking for themselves
between own mists
Night
plagued with streets
that only exist
where dreams happen
Night
plagued with streets
that only exist
where dreams happen
Night
naked
of everything
speak to me
from your shadows
If you see me pass
because time stopped
but I did not stop
walking
but I did not stop
walking
The bad part of the doubt is that it has no face
This is super funky! Love it!!
"A delicate issue" may have inspired this, but you did a fine job disguising the lyrics ?
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