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Musique Ici, tous les styles et les goûts sont permis!! |
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Membre: août 2017
Localisation: espagne
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The roses of Luck
Windows are a recurring theme in my daydreams, they are the eye of my house, the eye by which I look at what there is and what there is not ... And many times it is the eye that looks in from the other side,
And... how could I forget my clock, dragging the time, that slave condemned to measure himself through our passage And the roses, those flowers that usually get stained with your blood. Leaning to the window of my daily life Leaning to the window of my daily life I stay there without words no concepts or thoughts watching how the wind ruffles the living thibgs and goes around the corners and goes around the corners while the clock sounds I get lost in my mind asking me asking me how many things does a thought mean how many invented words has the soul I am only eyes that look at me and feel with moments that wet my retina x2 Leaning to the window of my daily life Leaning to the window of my daily life Watching how the wind ruffles the living things and goes around the corners abd goes around the corners and sometimes Sometimes sometimes removes thorns from the roses of my luck and sometimes Sometimes sometimes removes thorns from the roses of my luck Dernière modification par onacarom ; 24/05/2019 à 11h11. |
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dark music, experimental, nu music, nu pop, nu-trance |
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