Oct 29, 2014




life is yours
   bombs are exploding all over your feet
                                    but somebody awaits for you
deluge will go by and you will find
                                    a valley without an echo

life is yours
donkeys are hauling wheels of led
                     don't say it's too late
and that's how I stay
                      that's how the night evanesce


but when I come nobody
doesn't have white palms,
and nobody receives my first gifts-

-and to who I gave this summer.

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