the eyes
the touch
the skin
every little thing
touching my soul
hearing my dreams
driving me into an ocean of feelings
that i've never felt before
trying to don't forget
in the sound of distances
in the sound of touch
trying to rescue
the last 5 am touch
the one love
wishing to be truth again
dreaming to be real some day
somehow
my eyes, my dreams, my touch
leaving alone
staying so long
so far away from the sea and the sun
staying out of all burn
dreaming of you and my stars along
getting along and enjoy...
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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