... like the thunder that frightened the child while dreaming ...
... like in the fall of those dreams lead them on the road ...
... The same noise dignity trampled on, then get up and get closer to what's left, not listening to the pain of that silence that has penetrated the skin, the moisture remains there while you cool, dark and pamper the waste ' help of a stranger, waiting for those who will raise your body and that of your dream ... maybe in the guise of a good mechanic who tells you that engine turning with smile "is alive, roaring" ... think of the words when your father likes to say with pride to "the Lion is wounded but not dead .." and then smile and look at the track .. signs of blues notes scratched in the pitch ... you say "but I am a little fish ... and logically should be the shark does not hurt to die ..."
... Jaws that crumbling bones ... noise.
... like in the fall of those dreams lead them on the road ...
... The same noise dignity trampled on, then get up and get closer to what's left, not listening to the pain of that silence that has penetrated the skin, the moisture remains there while you cool, dark and pamper the waste ' help of a stranger, waiting for those who will raise your body and that of your dream ... maybe in the guise of a good mechanic who tells you that engine turning with smile "is alive, roaring" ... think of the words when your father likes to say with pride to "the Lion is wounded but not dead .." and then smile and look at the track .. signs of blues notes scratched in the pitch ... you say "but I am a little fish ... and logically should be the shark does not hurt to die ..."
... Jaws that crumbling bones ... noise.
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