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you don't remember anymore... of how dreams woven our encounters. of how the nights grew longer... in our absences. of the candles and the light...

Ok i lied, i lied when: I said to myself i dont need you. When, i said to myself, it was imposible to be together....

I wonder how are your besides, I wonder, how muddy are your streets, i wont miss the dance of cobra, nit talk to that naga,...

Under the shadow of the scythe, from where no one escapes. Ties are woven, which sometimes have to be cut. What binds us to this...

When I can't with my body, when I can't even see I feel you, even if you are not. When sorrow becomes beautiful, when joy...

Alone, at 7 in the morning, when I'm ready to go to bed, I realize that you have always been lacking in it.