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I have left you on the armchair
the paintings and a blank story.
There is no beginning or end,
only what you want to tell.
And when you breathe try to be the one who puts the air in,
that when you inhale it brings you the world of this part.
I have left you on the armchair
the paintings and a blank story.
I'm going to another place,
the trip may be long.
The bubble I grew up in sold us comfort
and a knot in our hands.
I chose ambiguity, you the ghost and the real,
all in the same boat.
And when I breathe I propose to be the one who puts the air,
that when I inhale it brings me the world of this part.
And breathe so hard that the air breaks,
although this time if I don't breathe it's because I don't drown.
Try not to breathe...
Try not to breathe...
And when breathing I propose to be the one who breathes the air,
that when inhaling it brings me the world of this part.
And breathe so hard that the air breaks,
although this time it might be better to leave.
Try not to breathe...
Try not to breathe...