Nothing
I just want to hear, not listen,
your voice tells me
crackles and the head of the 'ether.
I can see as I leave the lids
in free fall because I'm not going to open them
but out of laziness, not to
desolation.
And I describe the clothes,
the field,
time,
cities have just seen, but I do not give my
strong sinking of the stern behind me,
covered the door to my back, and bare legs on
marble
bow lying shamelessly.
I do not care,
I do not care if your are lies,
I need only your voice,
to remind me that you're alive, you move
,
your nails, your hair
,
vivid in the room
now where I can no longer stand.
He rolls his eyes while you do not stop with your
sentences
slightly slower than usual.
are rubbed on the face of
toast that I took off in his hands,
and I promise that we will see,
soon, in less than ten days, perhaps
but maybe soon.
I do not have time to put the rollers at the bottom of the hair that you're already giving
numbers,
a roulette to me.
I do not see anything in my three hours of sleep
I have appeared as three short centuries
and I are combined with the clothes, something that will put
,
vague,
fabrics that I'm drawn to parade
perhaps in a station that carries the rest
remained only a pedalo on the dirt
a beautiful city and bigoted, when
the 's gait makes
gondolas
holes with bolts on the front.
I do not know what time it is, falls into a waste of breath
your request,
I hear you, I repeat
,
not hear you, I'm all
images without distinctive
and start counting.
I was already doing, but
not tell anyone what I've been silent ...
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