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I’ve been witness to the sacrifice of the poor drop Of rain. It immolated its fragile body over the green surface of a leaf Molecule by molecule..

He gave birth to the fire itself To burn in thousands of flames, Over her lips While the atmosphere between their mouths Was boiling ..

My smile lies right there, Where it has always been: Painted on my lips. But this time, the flavor it wears Is a sour one. It lo..

A little bit of this A little bit of that A small glimpse of I don’t know, No matter what. A fragile “maybe”, Near the so well kno..

Is there a chance for the wind to speak louder So I can understand the words Painted over some dry leaves? Is there a chance for the sno..

You have the power of playing with thoughts You manage to raise them inside my soul, One by one And so, I start to miss you. A..

I can feel your pain From miles away It has a strong, powerful resonance. Your soul is like a guitar body Holding inside the sound of ..

I can see everything. And others can also reflect in my glow. But from time to time this is not enough. I don’t understand how people can ..

That market that has been there for years Revealed in me strange images A place where my steps have never touched the cubic A town where..

I want to drop everything out of my soul. I want to take away the pain, throw out of the window my scars and sweep those pieces of soul that ha..