I prefer the forbidden love, unnatural, to be away from you. I remember the day when I saw you with your friend. And my eyes lost in your eyes, along with yours in mine. Listening to your proposal and my mouth articulates a negation. Damn the day that your Mille Negue, when you only wanted to kiss your beautiful lips
Looking at the horizon hoping to find what I see, a hundred birds flying towards the end, glimpses of life are reflected in my hands, on the path empty your gray eyes.
Echoes of an uncertain past, who hanker after end only when the sky changes color, makes a happy.
Touching the blue sky with my hands, playing with the clouds inetentando draw with them what I mean. Only a few understand the symbol I draw. That one, that only we know. Where life does not follow, freezes a moment in front of your stare.
I doubt that the moon is as perfect as shining in your eyes, is just the reflection of perfection desired, hidden in the reality of the emptiness of your soul.
Looking at the horizon hoping to find what I see, a hundred birds flying towards the end, glimpses of life are reflected in my hands, on the path empty your gray eyes.
Echoes of an uncertain past, who hanker after end only when the sky changes color, makes a happy.
Touching the blue sky with my hands, playing with the clouds inetentando draw with them what I mean. Only a few understand the symbol I draw. That one, that only we know. Where life does not follow, freezes a moment in front of your stare.
I doubt that the moon is as perfect as shining in your eyes, is just the reflection of perfection desired, hidden in the reality of the emptiness of your soul.
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