Only who loves flying. But who loves
as the bird that is milder and fugitive? Sinking
this hatred is all that
ruling would directly traced alive.
Love ... But who loves you? Fly ... But who flies?
eager to conquer the blue plumage, but love
down always,
grief can not find the wings that give some courage.
A being ardent wishes clear, winged,
wanted to climb, have the freedom to nest.
wanted to forget that man away in chains. Where missing feathers
put value and forget.
I was so high at times, it shone on the skin
the sky, the bird under the skin.
be confused you with a lark one day collapse
others like you hail serious.
You know that the lives of others are slabs that tapiarte
: prisons to swallow yours. Go
life, between bodies, beautiful behind bars.
Through the fence, the blood flows freely. Sad
happy instrument wear: tube
pressing desire, and breathe fire. Sword
devoured by constant use. Body
closed horizon which I unfold.
not fly. You can not fly, body
vague through these galleries where the air is my knot.
For further discussions you ascend shipwrecked.
not cry. The field is deserted and silent.
The arms do not flap. Are they a queue
that the heart would launch into the sky.
Blood saddened to paddle alone.
eyes become sad lack of knowledge.
Every city, sleep, wake up mad, exhale
silence in prison, sleeping on fire and rain
a hoarse elytra can not be a wing.
The man lies. The sky rises. The air moves.
as the bird that is milder and fugitive? Sinking
this hatred is all that
ruling would directly traced alive.
Love ... But who loves you? Fly ... But who flies?
eager to conquer the blue plumage, but love
down always,
grief can not find the wings that give some courage.
A being ardent wishes clear, winged,
wanted to climb, have the freedom to nest.
wanted to forget that man away in chains. Where missing feathers
put value and forget.
I was so high at times, it shone on the skin
the sky, the bird under the skin.
be confused you with a lark one day collapse
others like you hail serious.
You know that the lives of others are slabs that tapiarte
: prisons to swallow yours. Go
life, between bodies, beautiful behind bars.
Through the fence, the blood flows freely. Sad
happy instrument wear: tube
pressing desire, and breathe fire. Sword
devoured by constant use. Body
closed horizon which I unfold.
not fly. You can not fly, body
vague through these galleries where the air is my knot.
For further discussions you ascend shipwrecked.
not cry. The field is deserted and silent.
The arms do not flap. Are they a queue
that the heart would launch into the sky.
Blood saddened to paddle alone.
eyes become sad lack of knowledge.
Every city, sleep, wake up mad, exhale
silence in prison, sleeping on fire and rain
a hoarse elytra can not be a wing.
The man lies. The sky rises. The air moves.
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