Bienvenida la locura, que se sienta bien el sufrimiento, que lluevan cantaros de palabras complicadas, que se inunden los jardines del ocaso… que venga la palabra, abridle paso.
martes, febrero 07, 2006
Present Sans Conclusion
Present Sans Conclusion
Wings got broken
Flight’s cut short
No one reached the destination
There was no loudspeaker
Welcoming the passengers
To the land of love
Everything seemed perfect
Just reading the brochures
When time got here
We got scared like fools
Painful intermission
Present sans conclusion
Bleeding heart is pleading
Poison or the cure
Staring at the moon
Yet she won’t stare back
Happy together
Miserable apart
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