sábado, 5 de julio de 2014

Strange birds

...little ghost, you are listening,
unlike most you don’t miss a thing,
you see the truth,
I walk the halls invisibly,
I climb the walls, no one sees me,
no one but you.

You’ve always loved the strange birds
now I want to fly into your world
I want to be heard
my wounded wings still beating,
you’ve always loved the stranger inside…
me, ugly pretty...

*/ M-U-E-R-O con esta canción

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