choose the best clothes even if I have to leave
an entire weekend spent waiting
wait for your words but I hear only silence screaming end
deception
confidence faded last summer
you are the deception of my summer
purity poorly sewn
Winter is stealing my nights
among other sheets while you repeat the same words I do
clouds of my dreams
the magic of the night no longer comfort me
and you also lose the moon
universe and there is no THE MOON
in my universe I
imbadito the table and poured the wine
come as well, I have candles for you
the perfume into the axle that your craving
your dish best served
then pulls your face ferina
sent down to the end
my heart to the blood for you
you let him finish
even if you've already digested.
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