air, on this beautiful summer afternoon
your memory is a gray photo
that the waves are blurring
how difficult it is to draw your features
half a day after leaving
air If your eyes were black figs
if your teeth were lemon wedges
I don't remember the arch of your eyebrows
I can't even barely talk
about anything other than your smell
br/>the mind when the tide goes out
out of pure self-preservation instinct
it tries to cauterize every trace
that the passage of love leaves behind
the mind when the tide goes out
showing the structure of pain
activates a defense mechanism
so that the heart does not drown
beautiful, with your perfect profile so edeo
disheveled, full of projects
heavy shoulders and old shoes
the mind when the tide goes out
out of pure self-preservation
it tries to cauterize every trace
that the passage of love leaves behind
the mind when the tide goes out
showing the structure of pain
activates a defense mechanism
so that the heart does not drown
air, I'm short of air
in this beautiful summer afternoon, I can't describe you
your memory is a gray photo, barely outlined
that the waves are blurring, oh no
air, I try to draw
your features I almost no longer see I can, no matter how hard I try
how difficult it is to recognize, with everything we love
that you have barely left a mark on me
air, now when the tide goes out
and the shipwreck It's total
what a shame

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