Sunday, October 25, 2009
6 a.m in f minor
Are there ways to escape myself from remembrance?
Blindness maybe, because it's the only way to forget, to forgive.
Don't judge me,
I used to have a heart.
There is a time to play, to burn, to use whatever life may give us,
The shape you're in, the good it fells, the abstract pain, the quietness around you.
And then, there's that little moment before it all,
When you wake up with roses in your bed,
When you've got stories and all you need is there.
Just smile, any second it could be gone.
I just can't stand 'Lolitas' because they are so lame most of the times!
Now listening: Negrita-Ho imparato a sognare