21.12.2009
I was young lad;
A young and beautiful lad;
Dreaming of sensational ecstasy
Pseudo-emotions
And absence from the truth
Leaves were Shattered
From the majestic branches
Got used to life
Because I avoided it
As trees I die slowly
yet I die standing
Monday, December 21, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Life through a lens
9 \ 12 \ 2009
Hours of waiting
For a trivial request
To achieve a hidden happiness
That you search at morning times
A land to dream of
With a large patio
And in the spirit of childhood
You run towards your bike
Dreaming of flying by it
Sentiments, which had died
in the midst of insomnia
you simply lie down
As your soul was sold
Hours of waiting
For a trivial request
To achieve a hidden happiness
That you search at morning times
A land to dream of
With a large patio
And in the spirit of childhood
You run towards your bike
Dreaming of flying by it
Sentiments, which had died
in the midst of insomnia
you simply lie down
As your soul was sold
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