I'm making a guess
making a guess at my feelings
seldom at night
the misunderstanding hidden
in the pocket
in the pockets of night
The river flew away
and there is nothing inside me
the empty mirror shut
the time in a circle
I touch the wall
to feel anything
I close my eyes to shut colours
opening space
the internal space
who's stolen the light?
The night like the ocean
is kissing my body with the whispers
how long this cirridor can last?

Through the dreamhouse' door
the breath of wind enters
I touch the wall to fell
anything real in that place
Making guess at the feelings
making a guess to face
the whispers of midnight turn
how can I find a daylight?
I write on your skin(everyday)
I kiss the wall to feel (anything)

The breath of the wind
through the dreamhouse' door
here the time is lost
in a circle path
running across this blind mystery
I write a spell
to feel anything real
a sweet noise calling
in a midnight turn
Oh the dreamhouse' night
the sens is preety lost
how can I come back
to find this shape
oh of the melting sings
I wrote on your skin
How can I come back
from the empty mirror of space

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