5 views
witnesses of this heartbeat of our own
under this gray suburban sky,
little by little, day after day we fly away
towards dark corners of solitude and nostalgia
crossed by multitudes with broken hearts
shapeless masses lost on a unknown trail
...
little by little, day after day we fly away
towards dark corners of solitude and nostalgia
crossed by multitudes with broken hearts
shapeless masses lost on a unknown trail
...
