The deluge rages the water pours slowly on the windscreen as a clot of blood a shapeless mud that exacerbates my movements
A choking voice on the phone tells the arrival of a dimension of sorrow
Finally i can admire it the design of an open head on the tread
[ I see the stars bleeding their incessant flow swallows my gaze my empty white eyes meet each other I see the stars crumbling my frail and tired legs will rest, will rot ]
And now the wooden raft cuts through the pond among the water lilies Above, the dead body, the incense on the hands, the butterflies on his wounds, on his griefs
It has never been so resplendent She has never been so beautiful.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.