domingo, 10 de mayo de 2009

Breathing City vapors

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Life is full of spinning weels

Every decade remarks a ride


A circle waiting to be completed

When sometimes there is no time to do so


We keep trying to put holes in hapiness

Trying hard not to become simple


Taking steps to acomplish our limits and yet

So scare to face them, and sometimes uncapable to finish


In the end you become an island in the middle of the ocean


Eternal, untouchable, alone

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