dimarts, 4 d’agost del 2009

Dance in the smoke of my cigarette


Dance, smile, rest beside a half open window
a window where a faraway breeze dries the tears,
a defening silence turns into a music box melody
and the smoke gets involved with your breath.

Hit the air with your arms wide open
chase a dream while you dream awaken,
open an eye to see the dawn,
while the other stays in an oneiric realm .

Make me forget to leave spaces to new built memories,
give me a shot of ink under my skin,
whistle in the darkness a long forgotten tune,
Dance, smile, rest in the smoke of my cigarette.

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