what are this pair of wings i've got
there are no reasons for them
you're not by my side to fly with me
i always knew
the truth of distance, but before this, i've just imagine it.
now i know
what are my wings for
if i cannot hear your dreams anymore.
your voice screamming in my hears
your gentle touch in my skin.
young dreams for your voice
thoughts missed in the air
what are my dreams for
if you're not sleeping with me anymore.
en medio de tanto ruido y cemento, algunas flores aun salen en los parterres tratando de sobrevivir a la ciudad, tratando de ser ese pedazo de hermosura que le queda a quito antes de las 7 de la mañana. cuando aun cantan los pajaros.
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