Heroes of Silence
The Spirit of Wine
Our Names
how strange
the desire tightens
today how distant
the agreement appears
kilometers away,
it is so unattainable...
..I loved that look.
even widening the dream
I go with my eyes
always open.
for enduring,
I toast in silence.
and we don't even know our names,
we don't ignore our excesses:
but your sole presence
it makes me sick
and it empties me.
with a cry of hope
I say goodbye to you.
and every day
it asks its night
what © is what I would do
in his same costume.
nod
without having understood
that those hands are besieging me.
tell me: would you like to paint
a house with wings?
dawn,
a few confused winks.
turn around
afraid to look back
and we don't even know our names ,
we do not ignore our excesses:
but your mere presence
makes me sick
and empties me.
with a cry of hope
I say goodbye to you.
br/>and we don't even know our names,
we don't ignore our excesses:
but your mere presence
makes me sick
and empties me.
with a cry of hope
I say goodbye to you.
knowing
how empty.
and with a cry of hope
I say goodbye to you.

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