A man sitting in a hallway
To be childish
I don't like lovers
And God created the same
Wipe your dirty hands
Juxtaposed
To the back of the past
I swim and I escape
Like a king
Like one refused I left
I am a journey that will restore my shipwreck
br/>In the fog I will meet the queen of the rains
And all her stories will be able to light up my nights
A girl in a boudoir
To the tools
I prefer repeaters
And don't open the door
And don't talk to strangers
On arrival
And I pass along the bodies
And the corridors
Like a king
Like one refused I left
I am a journey that will restore my shipwreck
In the fog I will meet the queen of the rains
And all her stories will be able to light up my nights

INVIA LE CORREZIONI