My bittersweet song
My skin is a crack of thorns
hanging in the fragile wall of my soul
trembling with the waves of a silent voice
singing the blue song of the shining noise
It is like a crying old lady struggling with the necessity of being loved
or the truth of being forgot
Is like the wind caressing the sad face of the moon
like the lights that sleeps in the bed of a virgin muse
Pain is surrounding the weak heart inside the agony of my hands
Crying, shouting, dying
Suffering
Suffering of the slightly indifference that dress the naked body of my womb
Meanwhile here I am
Whispering the name of every single muse inside my shadows
waiting for that simple moment between the sunrise thoughts
and the heartbeats of the silent crowd
Moment that emerge from the agony that crown with violets diamonds
the libid forehead of my nostalgic song
Viento Serena
(Lala©2012)
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