It is not that silence has taken the floor
nor that the years go by without asking for forgiveness
nor that calm is only a bad omen
nor that your breathing lacks air,
br/>it's not that, no.
It's not that days are starless nights
nor that there are too many hands on the clock
nor that flight is a bird without wings
br/>not even that desire is a sun that has gone extinct,
that's not it, no...
what happens is that nothing happens anymore,
nothing happens, nothing, nothing, nothing
between you and me.
It's not that it doesn't matter that the executioners agree to play victims of their own ambition
nor that the delirium of still standing of war
has fallen into the arms of surrender,
it is not that, no.
It is not that the devil is the god of the elements
camping across the width of the iniquity
nor that it is assumed that life is a dream
of the reason for the monster of loneliness,
it is not that, no.
it is not that, no. ..
what happens is that nothing happens anymore,
nothing happens, nothing, nothing, nothing
between you and me.

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