A pair of prayers breaking through the night half the white half-black meeting is a longing burning all over hesitant to ashes
Above the sky the full eye seeks to peek at the clumps of prayer that hide behind the dark cloud of courage of a man
Then a grain of drizzle fell down to water the night until the two bodies fell on a tangled story, sometimes just a look
As usual, did the two men surrender? Of course not, it's too early to turn off the glowing dreams
She almost wanted to say that she could not take a bitter gulp of coffee anymore, but we would still suck it
Now he knows that he is dying if he has to move away from you, for him you are an opiate that has no antidote, except together
