T he cold sheets of cream memories ... your smile ... good times ... wither freeze kisses ... I stick broken glass skin burns inside ... all the space ... and I burn not react suffocating ... and I realize ... I whisper a friendly voice, but not hear it ... I draw and do not see it ... I'm scared ... it's cold ... I burn ... I open the window and feel the cold wind of the Alt Empordà move away from the fire ... calling cta me, I run with the eyes of fear denied look back, fear again, fear of not being me, fear not love me ... I'm still in I totally full moon draws the road and suddenly realize that a star writes a note and a smile in the sky: "do not be sad, you're a star." I jumped and came to light this friend, let me embrace the calm and warmth of your heart and fused: the river of my eyes .... glass ... fire ... the ice ... I fear ... rocking the night and fall asleep peacefully in the light of your arms.
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