The shadow has fallen asleep and in her eyes one day dawns.
rise from the shadow of a cold calling to breathe the exhalations of the shadows, eager to return to purity, crying until my dying day, when you lift the gloom in the dream of the shadow. Gently
clarity will rise a light in the shade look, in your throat and choke the word slope, and nothing will change, nor will the announced final ... Just feel the fog in the transparency of the friendly kiss of the shadows. And the shadow emerge in the dust and be a frugal thrill of his voice in the skin of the dead, the feelings of their hearts and in the ashes of the morning to come.
And when you're asleep in the shade, amid the lights that dazzle your eyes, cross the membrane of sleep, wrapping his body with a subtle charm. And her voice climb up the blood, steal a breath of hope and darkened the sky.
And wait until you return.
