Taking you in my heart, unveils all the diamonds in the world.
The moonlight accompanies my restless utopias
while the beggar is kneeling for all the mistakes he never made.
Somewhere, the petals of the song decor inconsolable tears.
There is not cure for sadness, there is not salvation for melancholy...
Your mirror is the sanity of your illusions...
the final gift, the initial apocalypse...
Swallowing feared uncertainties when there are not any precipices...
The walk is the best transit, the air your alibi...
It was never too late, the roses flower at the right time
and we must unlearn the darkness to see the light.
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