Iubirea e cel din urma legamant ce inca ne mai picura in suflet stropi de dimineti reci, cu buze calde,ceasuri lungi si clipe fade...
Iubirea iti sopteste la ureche cu primul zambet, ca nu e decat o iluzie de care nu putem scapa nici in vise...
Covor de huma prin care iti ratacesc pasii in paduri de mult adormite
Covor de lume oarba stransa in suflet
Covor de ura pentru mincunile unui trup fara suflet
Covor de tristete iubirea ranita...iubirea celui din urma NOI.
Love is the last pledge that is still dropping ounces of cold mornings with warm lips, long hours and fading moments into our soul...
Love is whispering into your ear with the first smile, that it`s not more than an illusion of which you can`t get rid of not even in our dreams...
Carpet of loam over which your steps roam in forests that are long dormant
Carpet of blind world spilled all over your soul
Carpet of hate for the lies of a body without soul
Carpet of sadness this injured love...the last "us"...love...
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