The nights were days, and were too
,
while the crowd looked
for warmth,
foreign hands,
temporary ruins.
The silence was a bad adviser watches
doubts and despair, while the calendar
laughed out loud.
You were a diamond, but were empty
water in his veins, cliches
April showers that lasted twelve months.
a wrong world was against me, laughing
alcohol and pain tattooed on the fuselage, I saw blurred
, I discovered
tired rock was big to us, we fell in
poetry
And it was worse.
