venerdì 21 marzo 2014

The force of the wind pushes me over,
the sun is so hot, your face lights up and your skin shines like never before.
I see your eyes through the lens, a bright green.

Tears run on your face.

It's been too long and we are no longer the same as before, your gestures are broader, more mature, your words more dense and concentrated.

Lie in the grass, a sense of peace that we would never end.




Die at that moment to stop time and forget who we are.

I want to continue dancing in the wind.

I'm a spirit that soar above the clouds, we are free to live the life we want to live.


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