domingo, 14 de septiembre de 2014

Del antiguo blog - Borrador sin título.

Six days under water forget the troubled sea,
six days and six nights as you want to be free,you'd wonder how your mother could have know...

she hears you while you play over her soul.
But she seem what you do on the roof of my houseshe seems me and you, while we climb on the cloudsand we travel through the universe to find the stars we own,the stars i own, the stars you own...

...over the roof of my house

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