Almanaque de Dolor ( III )
It’s raining on my head, and my shoulders aren’t wet.
Suicide tears falling down and kissing my lips. Tears meaning nothing, and you are the beginning.
My hate, ny hat, my hart.
I hate you, that’s the way…
My hat, this time i didn’t forget it.
My hart, it’s sane.
And what about you?
What about yours…
I know, everything seems is like before, your life, your rules, everything you thought is inside.
But you know, nothing will be as you dream. Your nightmares have started.
are you ready?
No, you never weren’t
e incluso, y con el permiso del autor del tema, yo añadiría:
Estoy bien aquí, en mi nube azul, todo es como yo lo he inventado. Y la realidad, trozos de cristal que al final hay que pasar descalzo…
Para todos los S.A.L.V.A.S, con mucho cariño, Annita-lay-an-egg