Without being wáter you scatter yourself
I can feelThe anger of your ice
daughter of the wind
Giving yourself,
Give your dew
You don’t left nothing for yourself
What I would like the most,
What you would like the most?
Untill the last drop is spilled over me
The flood is my deepest bound
and the earthenware is not broken, neither is eternall
The loops are like an endless night
Between silent hearts
Then everything is real
Your flesh, the suffer
Are not lies and illusions
Flesh satisfies the hanger
Better than the shiniest gold stone
Everything flows
Running through my veins
You water, your blood and my blood
Blood is coming from everywhere, is everywhere
martes, 5 de enero de 2010
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