My dreams darkest in deep sadness...

""TODOS VEN LO QUE APARENTAS; POCOS ADVIERTEN LO QUE ERES"" Nicolás Maquiavelo.

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You know my friend
Ive been walking on a really strange path lately
Im so glad you were not there
To see my fall, to see me passing on

My wound so deep
My veins opened wide
Letting flow my distress
Letting flow my requests
Listen my friend
As so one wanted to hear Im telling you now

So weak was my hope
So cold the world around
So strong the calls
My pain invited echoes to my pain
Anguish Coiled in the gut like a starving worm
Fallen, between . . .
I slide down the hole at the center of my soul
Ive given up, Ive given up, larvae rots

For I let the angel rise
For I let the angel rise

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