The calendar thins to a single sheet,
Timid farewell,
Haunted dreams escaped,
In the hope of catching a new naive.
I am left with an awakening, a song without notes,
Lyric of the devastated heart.
(*) Thin (v): Adelgazar
(*) Naive: Ingenuo
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#43. OLIVE TREE
In the labyrinth of my mind, darkness and light intermingle. The past is a shadow, the present a battle. But on the horizon shines a light...
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