Faccia a faccia - Face to face
Face to face
3 Words ...
Three words, those unspoken,
or those repeated too many times.
We remain hanging in the closet like coats in August,
peek the light that passes from the leaf, we are voyeurs imagination.
The pace is always made ​​of rhythmic steps that seem to remove the old days,
a continuum of concentric emotions sucked into the vortex of becoming mechanic every day that repeats itself.
We are minds without sex, we are souls who vivon of reflection.
http://youtu.be/Gr7VfbUKYCo
3 Words ...
Three words, those unspoken,
or those repeated too many times.
We remain hanging in the closet like coats in August,
peek the light that passes from the leaf, we are voyeurs imagination.
The pace is always made ​​of rhythmic steps that seem to remove the old days,
a continuum of concentric emotions sucked into the vortex of becoming mechanic every day that repeats itself.
We are minds without sex, we are souls who vivon of reflection.
http://youtu.be/Gr7VfbUKYCo
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