Do you want to see the innocence? tell me where is the pleasure, I can still smell your cold gaze from the sky.
Ways made of glass, runaway beats, you remember your will, she has forgotten you...
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Wandering all alone
No puedo acordarme de cual era aquel nombre, pero recuerdo un sentimiento de profundo dolor al oirlo pronunciar...
"El Cementerio de los Paraguas"
Cuando nadie más escuche lo que escribo... Cuando a nadie más le importe...
... Sadness ...
... Regret ... Disappointment ... Pain ... Doubt ... Hope ... Frustration ... Helplessness ... Fear ... Hatred ... Passion ... Loneliness ...
Internal Struggle
All things I never told you writhe within me, devouring my heart.
Absence
time does not forgive, the reality is to live eternally in the absence.
rain across the window
rain only transmits longing, rain is tears from heaven, and every drop one point in the forgotten past
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