lunes, 16 de mayo de 2011


White skin, deep eyes
Staring at the sky…
Red lips, dead smile
Telling us a lie…

Brown earth, a shadow
Stealing memories
From her mind.

(But, can we trust?)

It’s a mind full
Of fear
And mourn.

(But, can we trust?)

Just take a look at the sky
Now we´ll see the truth
Drawn on the moonlight.

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