You're Red, Violent Red...
Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
Neruda* :D
Fighting Battles Alone
Can Get You Down
...She's Been Told Too
Many Times
That's No Kind Of Princess
At All...
She Speaks Into The Wind
In Captures Her Light
And Takes Her Spirit Away
Into A World Of Sorrow
A Cycle
Sewn Throught The Elements Of Eart
She Waits For The Wind To Come Back
And Still Her Heart
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