It´s like the wind which touches my skin,
sometimes I fell my heart beating like a crazy drumb.
How could I see beyond the dreams for which I hope?
Oh,my soul,a wreg catched in a pot
and blocked in the throw of time.
even when i close my eyes i hear
your voice,they resound in my mind
like the notes of a piano,
sometimes i really wish you were here
to colect my sorrow and my pain.
Just look at me...and see me.
I promise I´m not going anywhere
untill I will touch my own flesh.
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