She slipped in through my window, morning.
Smiling, voyeuristic, dressed in a timid ray of sun winked me to get out. Outside, life called the rhythmic sound of footsteps, of who goes to work, which goes to school. And I partly deafened by ghosts stale, barely listening.
suddenly overflowed a cascade of multicolored notes: A linnet and lark sang to me.
balconies and doors opened for the advance of spring frost swept through the winter months many of icicles and ice bones in the womb. To get out the last memory of openings sorcerers, thieves of time, birds of ill omen.
Maybe tomorrow but today it's cold I keep crutches and canes, I loose the hair, I run barefoot ... The breeze fill my lungs and my soul perfume aromas.
Today, I have two reasons to sing in a clear voice the timid ray of sun that crept into my window and the bottom of your eyes as clear as water.
Smiling, voyeuristic, dressed in a timid ray of sun winked me to get out. Outside, life called the rhythmic sound of footsteps, of who goes to work, which goes to school. And I partly deafened by ghosts stale, barely listening.
suddenly overflowed a cascade of multicolored notes: A linnet and lark sang to me.
balconies and doors opened for the advance of spring frost swept through the winter months many of icicles and ice bones in the womb. To get out the last memory of openings sorcerers, thieves of time, birds of ill omen.
Maybe tomorrow but today it's cold I keep crutches and canes, I loose the hair, I run barefoot ... The breeze fill my lungs and my soul perfume aromas.
Today, I have two reasons to sing in a clear voice the timid ray of sun that crept into my window and the bottom of your eyes as clear as water.
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