domingo, 10 de febrero de 2019

jueves, 24 de enero de 2019

I don't know how to let you go

I just can feel nothing.
So is it really real or just delirious?
It seems I don't know how to let you go.
If you do not stop it now, it could get serious,.
It seems I never lived at all...
Is it this possible? Lost gazes...
This nonsense steals life from me.
It seems I do not know how to let you go,
it seems my bended soul no longer mine.
My heart is racing, my legs are shaking,

I born to self-destruct and here I come again.

Belso Ruy Nogal

Viento gris

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