Like someone who pulls on a rope that will break
to pull, pull, pull, pull, pull…
without realizing frays it little more,
her eyes still closed to avoid seeing
that the air is made of glass,
that can explode into fragments,
that, although it seems strange, I want to eat you up.
That the air is made of glass
that can explode into fragments
that, although it seems strange, I want to eat you up.
She let it crash into the corner of her mouth
like a wave surrenders itself to the rock,
lost in the abyss of some eternal hands,
so vast they hold her whole planet.
Now you are not here,
I am not here,
but silence is the cleverest way to lie.
Now you are not here,
I am not here,
but silence is the cleverest way to lie.
In your silence lives mine
and in some part of my body lived
a little bit of your smell,
in your silence lives mine
and somewhere in my eyes lived
a little bit of pain.
You are here now
now I am here
hold me me so I can think sometimes of you.
You are here now
now I am here
hold me so I can think some times of you.
In your silence lives mine
and in some part of my body lived
a little bit of your smell,
in your silence lives mine
and somewhere in my eyes lived
a little bit of pain.
In your silence lives mine
and in some part of my body lived
a little bit of your smell,
in your silence lives mine
and somewhere in my eyes lived
a little bit of pain.
That the air is made of glass,
that can explode into fragments,
that, although my lips do not speak
I want to eat you up.
That the air is made of glass,
that can explode into fragments,
that, although my lips do not speak
I want to eat you up.