There is only a flower
when the sky falls
between the rain and the sun.
This flower is black
like petrol,
like this heart that i know.
A key opens the door
the flower isn´t here
my eyes look in the mirror
but don´t see the dark heart
the colour of her skin
was shining
but there was no hope in its reflection
She wants to be loved, like the flower
Down on the stage her audience is
waiting for her now.
when the sky falls
between the rain and the sun.
This flower is black
like petrol,
like this heart that i know.
A key opens the door
the flower isn´t here
my eyes look in the mirror
but don´t see the dark heart
the colour of her skin
was shining
but there was no hope in its reflection
She wants to be loved, like the flower
Down on the stage her audience is
waiting for her now.
...
..
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(thank you Ágata for the virtual help)
el contorno y la silla, la esfera y el azar. La luz que invita.. pero la huella. El sonido que abraza.. pero la imágen! pero el ocaso, pero el vacío, pero el temor. Eso: el temor, o yo..da igual