Spiritual, musical, mythical...
a whisper in the evening's shadows,
a cloud over the fear,
a sound over the table...
Instants, silence, magic noise,
points of view between the abyss...
This sunday, wasted sunday,
erased secret on your balance point,
behind the mirror, the answers,
beyond the cristal, the questions...
We're too simples to live for nothing,
We're too strongs to death for something,
In your calm I saw the soul,
a piece of the puzzle,
a sort of spiritual book...
Is hard to read it without a nice song!
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what a nice trip mi parcerita ¡¡ Our dial going through the frequencies we have just created....a pixel at a time or transinfinite ones...smoking questions we have never asked...exhaling souls with no need for places to hide¡¡
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